A Perfect Day and Other PoemsJohn H. Carmany & Company, Printers, 1881 - 173 strani |
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66 MY CLOTH azure sea balm beautiful bees bloom blossom blow boughs breast breath brown butterflies calm CLOTH OF GOLD cloud cool Cupid kissed daisies dark dead dear dream dreary Dripping skies dust earth eyes fall flowers Flutter full blown roses glad golden seas grass grows grass shall cover green hand happy bird heart heart of air hills honey bees land lark laughter laurel leafy leaves less fair Let thy light lilies lips lisped lover Lovers walk meadow melodies merry morn mourning dove Nevermore night odorous pain peace PERFECT DAY rain rest ripple rose SET OF SUN shadow shining shining bands sigh Sing loud sleep smile snow soft softly song sorrow soul STANFORD summer wind summer's sake sweet sweeter tears tender thee thou thrush to-day To-morrow trees trill voice wait wake warm waves weary weep Well-a-day wild wings
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Stran 12 - IT'S O my heart, my heart, To be out in the sun and sing! To sing and shout in the fields about, In the balm and the blossoming.
Stran 143 - Sweet, sweet, sweet! O skies, serene and blue, That shut the velvet pastures in, that fold the mountain's crest ! .sweet, sweet, sweet! What of the clouds ye knew? The vessels ride a golden tide, upon a sea at rest. Sweet, sweet, sweet! Who prates of care and pain? Who says that life is sorrowful? O life so glad, so fleet! Ah ! he who lives the noblest life finds life the noblest gain, The tears of pain a tender rain to make its waters sweet. Sweet, sweet, sweet ! O happy world that is ! Dear heart,...
Stran 13 - There are none of you glad as I. The leaves laugh low in the wind, Laugh low, with the wind at play; And the odorous call of the flowers all Entices my soul away! For...
Stran 30 - When the grass grows over me. When the grass shall cover me, Holden close to Earth's warm bosom ; While I laugh, or weep, or sing Nevermore for anything ; You will find in blade and blossom, Sweet, small voices, odorous, Tender pleaders in my cause, That shall speak me as I was — When the grass grows over me.
Stran 31 - When the grass grows over me. When the grass shall cover me, Holden close to earth's warm bosom, — While I laugh, or weep, or sing, Nevermore for anything, You will find in blade and blossom, Sweet, small voices odorous, Tender pleaders in my cause, That shall speak me as I was — When the grass grows over me. When the grass shall cover me ! Ah, beloved...
Stran 19 - Eden's life within me stirs, And scorns the shackles that I wear; The man-life grand — pure soul, strong hand, The limb of steel, the heart of air! And I could kiss, with longing wild, Earth's dear brown bosom, loved so much, A grass-blade fanned across my hand, Would thrill me like a lover's touch. The trees would talk with me; the flowers Their hidden meanings each make known — The olden lore revived once more, When man's and nature's heart were one! And as the pardoned pair might come Back...
Stran 123 - Only the field-lily, slim and tall, Spake not, for all, — Spake not and did not stir, Lapsed in some far and tender memory. Softly I questioned her : "And what of thee?
Stran 30 - ME" WHEN the grass shall cover me, Head to foot where I am lying; When not any wind that blows, Summer blooms nor winter snows, Shall awake me to your sighing: Close above me as you pass, You will say, "How kind she was," You will say, "How true she was," When the grass grows over me.
Stran 10 - The crickets in the warm, green grass Chirp with a softened sound. The sky looks down upon the sea, Blue, with not anywhere The shadow of a passing cloud ; The sea looks up as fair — So bright a picture on its breast As if it smiled to wear. A day too glad for laughter — nay, Too glad for happy tears! The fair earth seems as in a dream Of immemorial years : Perhaps of that far morn when she Sang with her sister spheres. It may be that she holds to-day Some sacred Sabbath feast.
Stran 32 - GRIEF. So fair the sun rose yestermorn, The mountain cliffs adorning; The golden tassels of the corn Danced in the breath of morning; The cool, clear stream that runs before, Such happy words was saying, And in the open cottage door My pretty babe was playing. Aslant the sill a sunbeam lay: I laughed in careless pleasure, To see his little hand essay To grasp the shining treasure. To-day no shafts of golden flame Across the sill are lying; To-day I call my baby's name, And hear no lisped replying;...