. Poems of life in the country and by the sea. Mollie and the LiliesPhoto by De Vault. In Michigan POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE A SongBENEATH THE OLD ELM TREE I wandered near the old home Where, in the long ago,There lived a happy maiden Who kept my heart aglow;I sat, where oft we lingered, Beneath the old elm tree,And in my memory captured Her voice of melody. Her smiling face, enchanting, Drew near, and I could seeHer witching roguish glances, Lovelight bestowed on me,And in my dream I held Her dear warm hand in mine,And once more felt the rapture Of love almost divine. Then waking, gazed abo
. Poems of life in the country and by the sea. Mollie and the LiliesPhoto by De Vault. In Michigan POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE A SongBENEATH THE OLD ELM TREE I wandered near the old home Where, in the long ago,There lived a happy maiden Who kept my heart aglow;I sat, where oft we lingered, Beneath the old elm tree,And in my memory captured Her voice of melody. Her smiling face, enchanting, Drew near, and I could seeHer witching roguish glances, Lovelight bestowed on me,And in my dream I held Her dear warm hand in mine,And once more felt the rapture Of love almost divine. Then waking, gazed about me. The night grew dark and cold;Alas! twas but a vision, Aly days were growing old ;With longing I reached backward To grasp those days of yore,—The elm tree branches whispered, Soft whispered, nevermore. 46. I wandered near the old home. Photo by Dr. E. F. BeckwithIn Michigan POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE NATURES PLAY Blue is the sky dome over the green. Golden the sunshine sifting between Branches that lazily sway in the breeze, Showering the shadows under the trees With arrows of light from the quiver of noon, By the bow whose arch is the bright sky of June Sweet is the air with the perfume of flowersYielding their life through the long sunny hours;With the song of the birds and the kiss of the dawnTo give them a welcome, their beauty was now seeks the sun its nightly repose,While over its couch drapes a curtain of rose. The clouds rolling upward in waves from the west,Wear the colors of heaven with silvery crest,Where the moon proudly sailing disperses her lightTill the little stars modestly creep out of beautiful charms of the night and the dayAre glorious acts in Natures grand play. A SongA BUNCH OF VIOLETS Only a bunch of violets sweet. Only a vision of heavenly b
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