Verona, and Other Poems

Verona, and Other Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 edition. Excerpt: ...festive strains, Of rills that laugh with happiness, And fountains ringing changes rare On many a weedy wilderness, Where water-spirits, echoing The love-songs that the rivers sing, Send music to the plains! Come forth, for all the world is ours To give, and take to-day! And heaven with stars for bridal crown Doth circle all the white-winged hours, And to the eager earth come down With messages ethereal, From great ones, who imperial Love's peerless kingdom sway. Come forth, come forth, the sunshine calls And I, I wait thee, sweet. Low music slumberous steals near, Where soft thy coming footstep-falls; And lo the light grows warm and clear, It is thy smile! all earth doth move To make the marriage joy of love Pure, beautiful, complete! IT was the early afternoon, and chill Crept the west wind of Autumn through the trees, Lifting the crisp brown leaves inquiringly, As though to ask them why they lay _so still On the damp ground, when all about was stirred With the wild movement of the busy air? And the sweet trouble of the pools replied Out from the bending rushes, "They are dead." Through the low alleys of the underwood, Made by the stealthy creeping of the fox, Passed the moist wind with fungus-laden breath. Here, the dark leaves of worn-out violets Bloomed with the mystic wonders of decay, Craving wind-blessings on the cluster-cups, Decking fast fading beauty for the tomb. There, the stripped branches of the eglantine Glowed with the scarlet berries of her prime; And the fool's parsley from her umbels dropt Tears of bewailment on the heedless wind. Here, a late bramble, sheltered from rough storms, By the low-hanging of an ivy-bole, Flaunted one puny, ill-timed blossom forth, Wreck of the happy days of flower, ...show more

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  • Paperback | 32 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 77g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236895029
  • 9781236895028