. At early candle light and other poems. THE WHISTLING BOY. BEDOUIN lithe, bare-footed and blithe, therollicking melodyWhich through thy lips so lightsome slips is the ballad of Rosalie,The Prairie Flower, and gracious power within the ancient tuneBrings back the day when I rode away, in the buxom month of June,When the slender stalks of the hollyhocks lifted the blooms so highAbove the wall that they shouted all, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye!And in tunic yellow a wild bird, mellow and mad with tipsy joy,Tilted the rhyme of his tuneful chime to the lilt of awhistling boy. 71 72 THE WHISTLING B
. At early candle light and other poems. THE WHISTLING BOY. BEDOUIN lithe, bare-footed and blithe, therollicking melodyWhich through thy lips so lightsome slips is the ballad of Rosalie,The Prairie Flower, and gracious power within the ancient tuneBrings back the day when I rode away, in the buxom month of June,When the slender stalks of the hollyhocks lifted the blooms so highAbove the wall that they shouted all, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye!And in tunic yellow a wild bird, mellow and mad with tipsy joy,Tilted the rhyme of his tuneful chime to the lilt of awhistling boy. 71 72 THE WHISTLING BOY No meadow-lark in the misty dark, when winging her upward wayFrom cloud to cloud, and caroling loud to waken the sleeping day;No whippoorwill in the twilight still, lamenting in lonely shade,Where fireflies seek for her and peek into every glim-mering glade;No slave refrain, with a warp of pain and a weft of psalm between;No aria, trilled to audience thrilled by the art of the opera queen;No shepherds hail in a hawthorn vale; no mariners Home ahoy!Wets
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