. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . JEAN INGELOW^ rAmjpHEN sparrows build, and the leavesbreak forth,My old sorrow wakes and crie^ I know there is dawn in the far,far north,And a scarlet rise;Like a scarlet fleece the snow-field spreads, And the icy fount runs free ;And the bergs begin to bow their heads,And plunge and sail in the sea. 0, my lost love, and my own, own love. And my love that loved me so!Is there never a chink in the world above Where they listen for words from below ?Nay, I spoke once, and
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . JEAN INGELOW^ rAmjpHEN sparrows build, and the leavesbreak forth,My old sorrow wakes and crie^ I know there is dawn in the far,far north,And a scarlet rise;Like a scarlet fleece the snow-field spreads, And the icy fount runs free ;And the bergs begin to bow their heads,And plunge and sail in the sea. 0, my lost love, and my own, own love. And my love that loved me so!Is there never a chink in the world above Where they listen for words from below ?Nay, I spoke once, and I grieved thee sore; I remembered all that I said ;And now thou wilt hear me no more—no more Till he sea gives up her dead. Thou didst set thy foot on the ship, and sailTo the ice-fields and the snow ; Thou wert sad, for thy love did not avail,. i And the end I could not know. 472 KIT CARSONS KIDE. How could I tell I shoull love thee to-day, We shall stand no more by the seething Whom that day I held not dear ? main How could I tell I should love thee away While the dark wrack drives oerhead; When I did not love thee anear ? We shall part no more in the wind and rain Where thy last farewell was said ; We shall walk no more through the sodden i But perhaps I shall meet thee and know thee plain, again With the faded bents oerspread; I When the sea gives up her dead. KIT CARSONS RIDE. JOAQUIN MILLER. ^ffe 3^SUX . Now you bet you; I rather | And ride for your lives, for your lives you kJ^J^ guess so. j must ride, ri ^r But hes blind as a badger. Whoa, For the plain is aflame, the prairie on fire, Pach^, boy, whoa. And feet of wild horses, hard flying before tei- No, you wouldnt think so to look I hear like a sea breaking hard on the shore; at his eyes, , While the bufialo come like the surge of the i But he is badger blind, and i
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