Near The White Ledge, Sandwich, N. H. (Philip Henry Savage Poems)
I FOLLOWED up a little burn,Led onward by the smell of fern;And standing at the opening dayWhere yellow blossoms line ...
I FOLLOWED up a little burn,Led onward by the smell of fern;And standing at the opening dayWhere yellow blossoms line ...
LET men remember, when they pray,The rose and silver dawns of May,Most palely, spiritually gray;The sky above the blossomed trees,Pale ...
NOW colored lights of morning riseAnd paint the skiesWith warmer dyes,A thousand timesMore bright, more rareAs summer climbsThe northern stair;To ...
"Something in the sense of morningLifts the heart up to the sun."In our youth we may be pagan,God is many, ...
NOT least, 't is ever my delightTo drink the early morning light;To take the air upon my tongueAnd taste it ...
Roll down, roll down, thou darkling earth,To the eastern shores of light,Where the plashing waves of the morning's birthSweep up ...
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