. At early candle light and other poems. Fall into purple furrows which the sun has newly plowed; The prairie, like an open hearth, on which the day dothkneel To blow the coals of morning into splendors that reveal The colors that are curled within the woven mists ofwhite. But t is not so hushed and holy as the early candle-light. 41 42 TVr CT^RLY CANDLE-LIGHT And sweet the noon in summer, when thro the lattice blowsThe wind that softly whispers where the cool clematis grows;The wheat within the valley bending in the breeze,And drowsy cattle wading the tarn among the eagle oer them s
. At early candle light and other poems. Fall into purple furrows which the sun has newly plowed; The prairie, like an open hearth, on which the day dothkneel To blow the coals of morning into splendors that reveal The colors that are curled within the woven mists ofwhite. But t is not so hushed and holy as the early candle-light. 41 42 TVr CT^RLY CANDLE-LIGHT And sweet the noon in summer, when thro the lattice blowsThe wind that softly whispers where the cool clematis grows;The wheat within the valley bending in the breeze,And drowsy cattle wading the tarn among the eagle oer them sailing thro the sky of lazulite,But it can not bring the comfort of the early candle-light. Oft I picture eve in heaven, where not a leaf doth every harp grows silent, hushed each lute and dulcimer ;Where, thro the quiet twilight, down a path of Paradise,Toward the gate comes baby Kate, with gladness in her on the paneled pearl lifts the latch of jasper bright,To greet me there when home I fare at early DEAD IN KHARTOUn ^4
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