Lyrics and SonnetsHoughton, Mifflin, 1887 - 126 páginas |
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Admetus art thou beneath bird bloom bough breath Canst thou caroled song Cherish CHRISTMAS ANGEL circling seas Corybantes cried dawn Deathless deep doth dream earth Easter morn eyes fields fire flocks flower flute frailty's shield Ganymede in heaven GLAUCUS go softly gray Harvestmen Hast thou hath haunts hear heaven sighs Hesper hills jealous JOHN'S EVE keen KINGFISHER land LAND-BIRD laughed leaders lenitive Light feet Love's lyre MARSYAS merry thought moan moly moon looks kind mortal mountain murmur nereid nest night olive peace planets rills rose round Say why Thou scrip shore silent sing skies sleep smile soft song SONG AND SILENCE Sorrow soul SPHINX spirit Spring star stranger streams summer sweet tears thee thine thorn thou art thou canst thou didst Thou dost To-morrow trees urchin bands voice wave wild wind winter wood wouldst thou Youth
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Página 44 - Happy sigher ! thou shalt take The rich breath of blossomed maize, As the moist wind smoothly plays With its misty silks and plumes. Thou shalt peer through tangled glooms, Where the fruited brier-rose Fragrance on thy pathway throws, And the firefly bears a link ; Where swart bramble-berries drink Spicy dew...
Página 80 - I mingle with their throng at will; They know me not an alien still, Since neither words nor ways unsweet Of stored bitterness I spill; Youth shuns me not, nor gladness fears, For I go softly all my years. Whenso I come where Griefs convene, And in my ear their voice is keen, They know me not, as on I glide, That with Arch Sorrow I abide. They haggard are, and drooped of mien, And...
Página 119 - WINTER LEAFAGE. EACH year I mark one lone outstanding tree, Clad in its robings of the summer past, Dry, wan, and shivering in the wintry blast. It will not pay the season's rightful fee, — It will not set its frost-burnt leafage free; But like some palsied miser all aghast, Who hoards his sordid treasure to the last, It sighs, it moans, it sings in eldritch glee. A foolish tree, to dote on summers gone; A faithless tree, that never feels how spring Creeps up the world to make a leafy dawn, And...
Página 44 - Where the fruited brier-rose Fragrance on thy pathway throws, And the firefly bears a link ; Where swart bramble-berries drink Spicy dew, and shall be sweet, Ripened by to-morrow's heat; Still, wherever thou dost pass, Chimes the cricket in the grass ; And the plover's note is heard,— Moonlight's wild enchanted bird, Flitting, wakeful and forlorn, Round the meadows lately shorn. Wilt thou come, and healed be Of the wounds Day gave to thee, Come and dwell, an acolyte Of the deep-browed holy Night?...
Página 115 - The god of music dwelleth out of doors, All seasons through his minstrelsy we meet, Breathing by field and covert haunting-sweet : From organ-lofts in forests old he pours A solemn harmony; on leafy floors To smooth autumnal pipes he moves his feet, Or with the tingling plectrum of the sleet In winter keen beats out his thrilling scores. Leave me the reed unplucked beside the stream, And he will stoop and fill it with the...
Página 23 - Sweet was the earth to thee ever, but sweeter by far to thee now : How hast thou room for tears, when all times marvelest thou, Beholding who dwells with God in the blossoming sward and the bough ! Once as a wall were the mountains, once darkened between us the sea ; No longer these thwart and baffle, forbidding my passage to thee : Immortal still wrapped in the mortal, I linger till thou art set free ! Edith M.
Página 22 - I am the flower by the wood-path, — thou bendest to look in my eyes ; The bird in its nest in the thicket, — thou heedest my love-laden cries ; The planet that leads the night legions, — thou liftest thy gaze to the skies. And I am the soft-dropping rain, the snow with its fluttering swarms ; The summer-day cloud on the hilltops, that showeth thee manifold forms ; The wind from the south and the west, the voice that sings courage in storms ! Sweet was the earth to thee ever, but sweeter by...
Página 136 - For now desire of migrant change holds sway; This summer-vacant land it longs to leave, While its free peers on tireless pinions cleave The haunted twilight, speeding south their way. Not otherwise than as the prisoned bird, We here dwell careless of our captive state Until light dwindles, and the year grows late, And answering note to note no more is heard ; Then, our loved fellows flown, the soul is stirred To follow them where summer has no date.