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 ...
I dreamed, and lo, I saw in my dream a beautiful gateway, Arched at the top, and crowned with turrets lance-windowed ...
In the beautiful May weather, Lapsing soon into June; On a golden, golden day Of the green and golden May, When our hearts were ...
"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 ...
From out the dark of death, before the gatesFlung wide, that open into paradise--More radiant than the white gates of ...
Dimly and dumbly under the ground,Groping the walls of their prison round,The roots of the aged and garrulous treesAre sending ...
Under the orchard boughs, That drop red leaves like coals into the grass. The golden arrows of the sunset fall; And on the ...
In those dark mornings, deep in June, When brooding birds stir in the nest,And heavy dews slip down the leaves, And drop ...
I touch but the things which are near; The heavens are too high for my reach: In shadow and symbol and creed, I ...
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 ...
Out of the west a voice—a shudder of horror and pity; Quivers along the pulses of all the winds that blow;—Woe ...
The rowan tree grows by the tower foot,(_Flotsam and jetsam from over the sea, Can the dead feel joy or pain?_)And ...
When the earliest south winds softly blowOver the brown earth, and the waning snowIn the last days of the discrowned ...
Discrowned and desolate,And wandering with dim eyes and faded hair,Singing sad songs to comfort her despair, Grey Autumn meets her fate. Forsaken ...
Down the steep west unrolled, I watch the river of the sunset flow,With all its crimson lights, and gleaming gold, Into the ...
I have been where the roses blow, Where the orange ripens its gold,And the mountains stand with their peaks of snow, To ...
I lift my spirit to your cloudy thrones, And feel it broaden to your vast expanse, Oh! mountains, so immeasurably old, Crowned with ...
It is the hither side, O Hope,And afternoon; our shadows slopeBackward along the mountain cope.The early morning was so sweet,We ...
Into the darkness and the deeps My thoughts have strayed, where silence dwells,Where the old world encrypted sleeps,— Myriads of forms, in ...
In the sleep-haunted gloomBorn of the slumbrous twilight in these shades,These vast and venerable collonades, I welcome thee, dear June! And while ...
Cloudy argosies are drifting down into the purple dark,And the long low amber reaches, lying on the horizon's mark,Shape themselves ...
Sundown—and silence—and deep peace,—Night's benediction and release;—The tints of day die out and cease.This morn I heard the Sabbath bellsAcross ...
All night a slow soft rain,A shadowy stranger from a cloudy land,Sighing and sobbing, with unsteady hand Beat at the lattice, ...
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 ...
Dead leaves are deep in all our forest walks; Their brightest tints not all extinguished yet, Shine redly glimmering through the dewy ...
Into the west the day goes down, Smiling and fading into the night,Is it a cross, or is it a crown I ...
O not with arms reversed, And the slow beating of the muffled drum, And funeral marches, bring our hero homeThese stormy woods ...
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