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A BIRTHDAY GREETING.
TO J. L. T.
Ah, fair in age! if thou hadst lived in Greece,
At wise Athena's feast thou hadst been named To bear aloft the olive of pure peace, With those in winter years
Who can bar the
way of song ? Who can do the Muse a wrong ? Ne'er could bondsman bondsman be, If she willed to set him free. Though he kept Admetus’ flocks, He would see the trees and rocks, And a thousand wild feet dancing To his pipes and glees entrancing!
Thoroughfares and crowded courts
away, Bound and landmark can displace For her royal pleasure-chase.
She can sweep
Oh, the masker! Oh, the scout!
As a plowman drove the share,
Did divine that airy flame:
came, Troops of shining creatures in it! No delay — that very
Who can bar the way of song ?
SONG AND SILENCE.
LONELY art thou in thy sorrow - lonely art thou;
Make the deep woodland ring !
Well-friended art thou in thy joy — well-friended art
No longer, Love-kept as thou art, it is left thee to sing : Thou, in thy down-soft nest on the summer bough, Foldest both song and wing.
BETWEEN TWO SEASONS.
SUMMER 's lingering, homesick bird,
Grievous sight! (Down, poor Summer, else my heart will break!)
Youth, a shepherd piping blithe ;
must! (Down, poor Youth, or else my heart will break !)