Flood-Time on the Marshes (Evaleen Stein Poems)
"DEAR marshes, by no hand of man Laboriously sown, My river clasps you in its arms ...
"DEAR marshes, by no hand of man Laboriously sown, My river clasps you in its arms ...
In the hollow, by the pollard, where the crop is tall and rank Of the dock-leaf and the nettle growing ...
DRIFTING with the ebbing tide, drifting with the tide,Nevermore to stem its course with energy and pride;Nevermore in unison with ...
Never a swallow wets his wingIn Lavender Pond from Spring to Spring;Never a lily, pure and chill,Holds her cup for ...
By the cool banks where soft Cephisus flows, A voice sail'd trembling down the waves of air; The leaves blushed ...
By lagoons and reedy places,Where the little river races By the lips of dreaming pools Where the soothing water coolsMany ...
Shoulders of upland brown laid dark to the sunset's bosom, Living amber of wheat, and copper of new-ploughed ...
Blow high, blow low, O wind from the West; You come from the country I love the best. ...
1 The golden-rod is yellow; 2 The corn is turning brown; 3 The trees in apple orchards 4 With fruit ...
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer's green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said, "Wait on, wait on, while I ride ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire ...
Ye in the age gone by, Who ruled the world--a world how lovely then!-- And guided still the steps of ...
1 When the moon appears and a few wind-stricken barns stand out in the low-domed hills and shine with a ...
Author Note: In Finland there is a Castle which is called the New Rock, moated about with a river of ...
They have no song, the sedges dry, And still they sing. It is within my breast they sing, As I ...
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