The Coming of the Princess (Kate Seymour Maclean Poems)
I.Break dull November skies, and makeSunshine over wood and lake,And fill your cells of frosty airWith thousand, thousand welcomes to ...
I.Break dull November skies, and makeSunshine over wood and lake,And fill your cells of frosty airWith thousand, thousand welcomes to ...
"Oh! spare dual idols of the past, Whose lips are dumb, whose eyes are dim; Truth's diadem is not for himWho comes, ...
As the sand of the desert is smitten By hoof-beats that strike out a light,A flash by which dumb things are ...
Under the orchard boughs, That drop red leaves like coals into the grass. The golden arrows of the sunset fall; And on the ...
Dread phantom, with pale finger on thy lips, Who dost unclose the awful doors for each, That ope but once, and are ...
Out of the dread eternities, The vast abyss of night,A glorious pageant rose and shone, And passed from human sight.We saw the ...
The rowan tree grows by the tower foot,(_Flotsam and jetsam from over the sea, Can the dead feel joy or pain?_)And ...
Cloudy argosies are drifting down into the purple dark,And the long low amber reaches, lying on the horizon's mark,Shape themselves ...
Cradled in ice, and swathed in snows, And shining like a Christmas rose,Wreathed round with white chrysanthemums; Heaven in his innocent, brave ...
A half a century of time, The mingled pain and blissThat make the history of life Between that day and this;Two lives ...
Moss-grown, and venerable it stands, From the way-side dust and noise aloof,And the great elms stretch their sheltering hands To bless its ...
Break over the waiting hill-tops, White dawn of the Christmas morn!For the angels have sung through the midnight, That the wonderful Babe ...
Stay yet awhile, oh flowers!—oh wandering grasses, And creeping ferns, and climbing, clinging vines;—Bend down and cover with lush odorous masses My ...
The Autumn hills are golden at the top, And rounded as a poet's silver rhyme;The mellow days are ruby ripe, that ...
The birth day of the Christ child dawneth slow Out of the opal east in rosy flame, As if a luminous picture ...
h bells of Easter morn, oh solemn sounding bells, Which fill the hollow cellsOf the blue April air with a most ...
Oh Sea, that with infinite sadness, and infinite yearningLiftest thy crystal forehead toward the unpitying stars,—Evermore ebbing and flowing, and ...
In your beautiful book, dear Mary, With pages so white and fair,I pause ere I trace the first sentence, And thoughtfully breathe ...
A little bird woke singing in the night, Dreaming of coming day,And piped, for very fulness of delight, His little roundelay.Dreaming he ...
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