Dramatic poems, songs & sonnets . Happiness. I may be only dust, but planted thereThe thought of her is like a blossom rare. Songs and Ballads What shall be said of these few songs of mine?Shall they be likened unto scentless weeds,That grew within the garden land of Thought,All blossomless, nor in their veins the wine Of dreams, that quaffed, stirs up to noble deeds. Whereby mankind to Beautys shrine is brought?Even so; yet for these weeds some use may use, at last, in thrifty Natures way—Who portions out the dark and daylight hours—Within her crucible of silence, sheMay crush them th
Dramatic poems, songs & sonnets . Happiness. I may be only dust, but planted thereThe thought of her is like a blossom rare. Songs and Ballads What shall be said of these few songs of mine?Shall they be likened unto scentless weeds,That grew within the garden land of Thought,All blossomless, nor in their veins the wine Of dreams, that quaffed, stirs up to noble deeds. Whereby mankind to Beautys shrine is brought?Even so; yet for these weeds some use may use, at last, in thrifty Natures way—Who portions out the dark and daylight hours—Within her crucible of silence, sheMay crush them through the changes of feed at last the roots of fragrant flowers. SONGS AND BALLADS A LITTLE SONG ^^^^^^H Lady Bird! Ah Lady Bird!Your lips let slip a little word,That brought the music of the spheresWithin the compass of my ears,And set the deathless boy in meFrom care and tribulation free To roam the blue fields of the sky, And with a liberated eye The joy of life to comprehend: Have you not said, you are my friend?. 103 104 SONGS AND BALLADS RECOGNITION YOU sprang into my life like some lost Splendor,My spirit knew in far off Grecian days,Now what you will, you may do mar or mend, orWith holy passion kindle to a blazeMy heart impatient of metallic ways. You may consume me quite to dust and ashesThe wind to blow wherever it may with the splendid coruscating flashesOf matchless eyes dispel the subtle mistThat veils the Duty waiting to be kissed. At least for one brief moment let me captureThe breathing Visions that your presence brings,In triumph rushing on with torrent raptureA chorus of bright Bacchanalian Springs,Careering wildly on the winds warm wings. I know in some far life our minds were gladdened By one Ideal that possessed them quite, And then to realize it parted saddened, The one to left, the other to the right Till now we meet like moonlight and midnight. How is it I was conscious of your comingIf as men said the good in me went out,Say, is it
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