Myth and Romance: Being a Book of Verses
When I go forth to greet the glad-faced Spring, Just at the time of opening apple-buds, When brooks are laughing, winds are whispering, On babbling hillsides or in warbling woods, There is an unseen presence that eludes:— Perhaps a Dryad, in whose tresses cling The loamy odors of old solitudes,...
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When I go forth to greet the glad-faced Spring, Just at the time of opening apple-buds, When brooks are laughing, winds are whispering, On babbling hillsides or in warbling woods, There is an unseen presence that eludes:— Perhaps a Dryad, in whose tresses cling The loamy odors of old solitudes, Who, from her beechen doorway, calls; and leads My soul to follow; now with dimpling words Of leaves; and now with syllables of birds; While here and there—is it her limbs that swing? Or restless sunlight on the moss and weeds?
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Format: Paperback
ISBN:
9781530002801 (153000280X)
ASIN: 153000280X
Publish date: 2016-06-20
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (2010-12-22)
Pages no: 62
Edition language: English
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