The Casket Of Opals (George Parsons Lathrop Poems)
IDeep, smoldering colors of the land and seaBurn in these stones, that, by some mystery,Wrap fire in sleep and never ...
IDeep, smoldering colors of the land and seaBurn in these stones, that, by some mystery,Wrap fire in sleep and never ...
IAh, who shall sound the hero's funeral march?And what shall be the music of his dirge?No single voice may chant ...
O many-toned rain!O myriad sweet voices of the rain!How welcome is its delicate overtureAt evening, when the moist and glowing ...
Here stands the great tree still, with broad bent head;Its wide arms grown aweary, yet outspreadWith their old blessing. But ...
Wide as the sky Time spreads his hand,And blindly over us there blowsA swarm of years that fill the land,Then ...
"There, on the left!" said the colonel: the battlehad shuddered and faded away,Wraith of a fiery enchantment that left onlyashes ...
Over the mossy walls,Above the slumbering fieldsWhere yet the ground no fruitage yields,Save as the sunlight fallsIn dreams of harvest-yellow,What ...
Ethereal, faint that music rang,As, with the bosom of the breeze,It rose and fell and murmuring sangAeolian harmonies!I turned; again ...
"Go," said the star to its light:"Follow your fathomless flight!Into the dreams of spaceCarry the joy of my face.Go," said ...
O jay-Blue-jay!What are you trying to say?I remember, in the springYou pretended you could sing;But your voice is now still ...
Strike hands, young men!We know not whenDeath or disaster comes,Mightier than battle-drumsTo summon us away.Death bids us say farewellTo all ...
And did you think my heartCould keep its love unchanging,Fresh as the buds that startIn spring, nor know estranging?Listen! The ...
Autumn is gone: through the blue woodlands bareShatters the rainy wind. A myriad leaves,Like birds that fly the mournful Northern ...
Dear face-bright, glinting hair;Dear life, whose heart is mine-The thought of you is prayer,The love of you divine.In starlight, or ...
Soft-throated South, breathing of summer's ease(Sweet breath, whereof the violet's life is made!)Through lips moist-warm, as thou hadst lately stayed'Mong ...
With my beloved I lingered late one night.At last the hour when I must leave her came:But, as I turned, ...
Birds that like vanishing visions go winging,White, white in the flame of the sunset's burning,Fly with the wild spray the ...
Dear love, let this my song fly to you:Perchance forget it came from me.It shall not vex you, shall not ...
How sweetly sang the bobolink,When thou, my love, wast nigh!His liquid music from the brinkOf some cloud-fountain seemed to sink,Far ...
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