The Feast Of The Virgins – The Feast Of The Virgins (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
The sun sails high in his azure realms;Beneath the arch of the breezy elmsThe feast is spread by the murmuring ...
The sun sails high in his azure realms;Beneath the arch of the breezy elmsThe feast is spread by the murmuring ...
The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,The spirits walk in the realms of airWith their glowing faces and flaming hair,And ...
With sable wings wide o'er the land night sprinkles the dew of the heavens;And hard by the dark river's strand, in the ...
Waziya_ came down from the North-- from the land of perpetual winter.From his frost-covered beard issued forth the sharp-biting, shrill-whistling North-wind;At the ...
'Tis the moon of the sere, falling leaves. From the heads of the maples the west-windPlucks the red-and-gold plumage and grieves on ...
Lo the lights in the _"Teepee-Wakan!"_ 'tis the night of the _Wakan Wacepee_.Round and round walks the chief of the clan, as ...
The long winter wanes. On the wings of the spring come the geese and the mallards;On the bare oak the red-robin ...
I tumble and toss on my pillow, As a ship without rudder or sparsIs tumbled and tossed on the billow, 'Neath the ...
Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee!That was the song that he sang to me--Sangfrom his perch in the willow tree--Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee. My little ...
Last night in my feverish dreams I heardA voice like the moan of an autumn sea,Or the low, sad wail ...
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