Freshness Of Poetic Perception (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
DAY followed day; years perish; still mine eyesAre opened on the self-same round of space;Yon fadeless forests in their Titan ...
DAY followed day; years perish; still mine eyesAre opened on the self-same round of space;Yon fadeless forests in their Titan ...
I.The flush of green that dyed the dayHath vanished in the moon;Flower-scents float stronger out, and playAn unborn, coming tune.One ...
Upon the tranquil evening suddenly fallsThe long-awaited passion of the rain,A gushing silver torrent, spillingOn spear-like orchard boughs, where callsA ...
Tho' now no more the musing ear Delights to listen to the breeze That lingers o'er the green wood shade, ...
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