. At early candle light and other poems. ble choir, deep hid in the swaying sedge,Should woo my mind to wander again down to the waters edge;But whenever I hear that carol clear, across the wide morass,All the evening calm and the twilight balm into my being pass;From off my soul the sorrows roll, and I feel my spirit leapWith exultant joy as when, a boy, I shouted back, Knee deep! Knee deep I wade in the winding brook with buttercups oerblown—The gold upon its rippled breast half hidden and half shown; KNEE DEEP II Knee deep in the billows of marigolds, across the mead-ows fair, That dance up
. At early candle light and other poems. ble choir, deep hid in the swaying sedge,Should woo my mind to wander again down to the waters edge;But whenever I hear that carol clear, across the wide morass,All the evening calm and the twilight balm into my being pass;From off my soul the sorrows roll, and I feel my spirit leapWith exultant joy as when, a boy, I shouted back, Knee deep! Knee deep I wade in the winding brook with buttercups oerblown—The gold upon its rippled breast half hidden and half shown; KNEE DEEP II Knee deep in the billows of marigolds, across the mead-ows fair, That dance upon the wanton winds and toss their yellowhair; Knee deep where the bubbles of clover break upon thesummer sea, As thick as the stars that shine upon the breast ofeternity; Knee deep in litter of autumn leaves I rustle toward theplace Where the rabbit unafifrighted sits, and washes her inno-cent face; Song of the quivering culms and osiers, I am wadingagain, in truth. Knee deep in the stream of Memory, that flows from theland of WHEN THE GOLD IS ON THE WILLOW
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