A new library of poetry and song: . CONFESSIO AMANTIS. When do I lOve you most, sweet books of mine? In strenuous morns when oer your leaves I pore, Austerely bent to win austerest love,Forgetting how the dewy meadows shine;Or afternoons when honeysuckles twine About the seat, and to some dreamy shore Of old Romance, where lovers evermoreKeep blissful hours, I follow at your sign ? Yea! ye are precious then, but most to me Ere lamplight dawneth, when low croons the fireTo whispering twilight in my little room. And eyes read not, but sitting silently I feel youi- great hearts throbbing deep in
A new library of poetry and song: . CONFESSIO AMANTIS. When do I lOve you most, sweet books of mine? In strenuous morns when oer your leaves I pore, Austerely bent to win austerest love,Forgetting how the dewy meadows shine;Or afternoons when honeysuckles twine About the seat, and to some dreamy shore Of old Romance, where lovers evermoreKeep blissful hours, I follow at your sign ? Yea! ye are precious then, but most to me Ere lamplight dawneth, when low croons the fireTo whispering twilight in my little room. And eyes read not, but sitting silently I feel youi- great hearts throbbing deep in quire,And hear you breathing round me in the gloom. Richard Le Till-, IKUSl-. IlKlL. A NAKED house, a naked imior,A shivering pool before the door,A bare of flowers and iVuit,And poplars at the garden foot;Sueh is the place that I live in,Bleak uitluuit and bare within. Yet shall your ragged moors receiveThe incomparable pomp of the cold glories of the dawnBehind your shivering trees be drawn ;And when llie wind from place to ])laceDoth the unmoored cloud galleons garden blooms and gleams againWith leaping sun and glancing rain;Here shall the wizard moon ascendThe heavens, in the crimson eiul Of days declining splendor; army of the stars neighbor hollows, dry or shall with tender flowers beset;And oft the morning muser seeLarks rising from the broomy every fairy wheel and threadOf cobweb dew daisies go, shall winter timeSilver the simiile grass with rime;Autumnal frosts enchant the poolAnd make the cart ruts when snow bright the moor expands,Ho
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