. Fragments and flashes of thought . ooing a Virgin 363 To a Sweet Maidens Eyes 364 Fancys Conception of Genius 364 My Epitaph 365 The Watersnake Speaks 366 Faded Flowers 367 Forgetfulness 373 PAGE Memories 374 Question 375 During a Rain-storm 377 Short Recollection of My Home: Laurel 37% In Nature Dwells Contentment 382 Whip-poor-will 3^4 In Reply to : The Desire of Nations 386 Lilians Eyes 391 Une Melodie 393 Song 394 Recollection 395 Reverie 390 New York 397 Sadness 398 In California 402 Stillness 403 While Gazing at the Cloudy Moon 404 Science—Fair Heritage to Man ! 405 Spirit Is In
. Fragments and flashes of thought . ooing a Virgin 363 To a Sweet Maidens Eyes 364 Fancys Conception of Genius 364 My Epitaph 365 The Watersnake Speaks 366 Faded Flowers 367 Forgetfulness 373 PAGE Memories 374 Question 375 During a Rain-storm 377 Short Recollection of My Home: Laurel 37% In Nature Dwells Contentment 382 Whip-poor-will 3^4 In Reply to : The Desire of Nations 386 Lilians Eyes 391 Une Melodie 393 Song 394 Recollection 395 Reverie 390 New York 397 Sadness 398 In California 402 Stillness 403 While Gazing at the Cloudy Moon 404 Science—Fair Heritage to Man ! 405 Spirit Is Indestructible 407 An Elegie 408 Chanson • • • • 4J6 The Goddess of Beauty 417 To My Hannah ! 418 How Love Doth Change the Mind 419 The Mountain Swallow 422 A Mystery 422 The Brooklets Elegy 425 After Visiting F. S. Saltuss Monumental Grave. 432 The Dreary Rain 433 Triumph 434 The Nook 436-467 To a Virgin 468-499 The Cruelty of Money 499 Marriages 501 Some Minds 503 The Snow , 504 Autumn 5°7 Fragments and Flashes of Thought. 12 Fragments PRAISINGS . (1884) LUCINDA. O, come, my maid, so true and dutiful—Come, dress my streaming locks that sparkle and seemAs flax, new-laved in streams of yellow wavesWhere scents of lemons fringe the purl-specked shore—And pomegranates toss their blood-red sheenUpon the gold of oranges.—Come, tieThose willful, flawing braids with sheathed bastYet bearing in it whispers of a playful windThat wearied the long solstice days where ChloeMused scenes of poets long forlorned song—Come string the looser curls with tendrils thinAnd mind the frontlets—they must seem breathings—for the fillets fairMust so inweave the shadowier golden locksTo shed upon them a soft lustre—thatIrradiates beams of warm sapphire—oh, Maid,The amber moon is softest sheened when blue. Flashes of Thought 13 Of sunset-gazing sky yet thrills the valesOf vines, and oleasters and !—Sweet, my maid, tis bathing in retreatSheltered by sh
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