Southern garland . ed-winding through the green. The Road w^ould pause and w^oo herBut gray rocks stand between. And here he rounds a boulderAnd hurries to her side: The River turns her shoulder;She will not be his bride. ?iv. tiae. O fickle River, straying CbC Through green lands an and on, nIflClCtt A fern tree heard you saying**The Road will come anon. Not so, but you will waken To lonely days and Road a vow has taken To play Loves fool no more. On high the sunset lingers With one still star there the merry singers Sing silverly of Love. And now^ in distance dewy They hal
Southern garland . ed-winding through the green. The Road w^ould pause and w^oo herBut gray rocks stand between. And here he rounds a boulderAnd hurries to her side: The River turns her shoulder;She will not be his bride. ?iv. tiae. O fickle River, straying CbC Through green lands an and on, nIflClCtt A fern tree heard you saying**The Road will come anon. Not so, but you will waken To lonely days and Road a vow has taken To play Loves fool no more. On high the sunset lingers With one still star there the merry singers Sing silverly of Love. And now^ in distance dewy They halt awhile, and soWave hands with **Coo-ec, Coo-ce I Ho, laggard down below 1 If she should cease to worry And say, I love but you—** O hurry, hurry, hurry I And Adieu, Adieu, Adieu! This one last chance I give her To lighten my hearts load,And if she play the River Then I shall prove the Road. I caught her, heard her sighing, Saw her face and felt its charm . .*Tis sweet when Day is dying To walk so, arm in the A SONG OF WINDS. fiiddcn ^jjj ^^^f^i^c^^OE to the weak when the sky is shrouded. And the wind of the salt-way sobs asit dies!Woe to the w^eak! for a great dejectionDroops their spirits and drowns theireyes. Woe to the weak who tire of fetters,Of grim life-fetters that gall and bind! For the Sea tells stories of death made lovely,And a siren sings in the nor-east wind. It wanders the coast like a tombless drips dank dew on the drooping leaf? And the soul grows pensive with dim suggestionsOf grey old troubles and ancient grief. Tis grave and low, and with woeful plainingSighs death-notes under a sky of grey. And who hath an ear may hear the voicesOf pale men dead on its streaked sea-way. In fading twilights oer sullen seascapes,A lost, wan wind neath a dead grey sky. It swoons to land like a weary sw^ and falters and turns to die. Seeking a tomb in dark, coast caverns, Where the wet rust reddens the fretted stone. The wandering sea-thing sinks
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