Ellen P. Allerton's Walls of Corn, and Other Poems

Ellen P. Allerton's Walls of Corn, and Other Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 edition. Excerpt: ... sombre drest; Furled were the blood-red banners, Quenched was each flaming crest. The wind swept through the branches: The clouds hung low and gray, Bearing storms in their bosoms, Stealing the sun away. The roar far back in the forest. The crackling above my head, As the crisp leaves shook and quivered, Filled me with nameless dread. Like the leaves, I shook and shivered As the cold wind colder blew, And the tread of advancing tempests Sounded the deep woods through. Was there nothing left of the summery Naught of the autumn show? Nothing bright for the winter To fold in its sheets of snow? Behold! by the dreary roadside. Towering fair and green In the midst of its sombre sisters, A single oak is seen. Touched with spatters of crimson, Bordered with fiery bands, Across its resplendent garments The sun and the frost clasp hands. 1 look at the tree in wonder! It seems like some ancient sage, Wearing his youthful freshness Along with the frosts of age. Oh! the life must be pure and noble That can keep, as the seasons go, Its June and its rich October Till falleth the winter snow! A Song of Peace. Sing me a song to-night, Not sad, nor yet keyed to mirth; Bnt a household lay, in a soothing voice, As the cricket sings on the hearth. No loud high-soaring strains, When body and brain are spent; But I long to listen, with half-shut lids, To a song of sweet content. Let the notes drop from your lips Like summer rain from the eaves, Or the dreamy tinkle of far-off bells That comes through whispering leaves. Let me hold your hand a while--Your hand so firm and fine; Its soft, warm clasp is a touch of peace, And its pulses shall quiet mine. Sing on, so soft and low; Dispelled by the soothing strain, Gone the heat from my throbbing brow, And the ache from...show more

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  • Paperback | 70 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 141g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236520637
  • 9781236520630