Muscadines (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
SOBER September, robed in gray and dun,Smiled from the forest in half-pensive wise;A misty sweetness shone in her mild eyes,And ...
SOBER September, robed in gray and dun,Smiled from the forest in half-pensive wise;A misty sweetness shone in her mild eyes,And ...
O The South Wind and the Sun!How each loved the other oneFull of fancy--- full folly--Full of jollity and fun!How ...
When in the Scorpion circles lowThe sun with fainter, dreamier light,And at a far-off hint of snowThe giddy swallows take ...
If I were a poet, my sweetest songShould have the bouquet of scuppernong,With a racy smack in every lineFrom the ...
Quem das finem, rex magne, dolorum?Where we went in the boat was a long bayA slingshot wide, walled in by ...
- 1 -The mortal flesh must rotIn a life-forgotten spot.The soul ...
The full September moon sheds floods of light,And all the bayou's face is gemmed with starsSave where are dropped fantastic ...
What is green in me darkens, muscadine. If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Her hair was, oh, so dense a blur Of darkness, midnight envied her; And stars grew dimmer in the skies ...
What heartache -- ne'er a hill! Inexorable, vapid, vague and chill The drear sand-levels drain my spirit low. With one ...
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