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POEMS.
Write one delightful lyric, sung
In language so direct and plain
That it shall move our facile tongue
To glibness it cannot restrain,
And that shall linger long among
The cherished treasures of our brain.
In language so direct and plain
That it shall move our facile tongue
To glibness it cannot restrain,
And that shall linger long among
The cherished treasures of our brain.
Descend to common folk, like us,
Soar not above the brilliant sun,
Be sympathizing, chivalrous,
To those who have not glory won;
Thou poet peer magnanimous,
O dim, mysterious Tennyson!
Soar not above the brilliant sun,
Be sympathizing, chivalrous,
To those who have not glory won;
Thou poet peer magnanimous,
O dim, mysterious Tennyson!
Apple Blossoms.
The fairest flowers of all I see,
Whose fragrance sweet is wafted me,
Are those which crown the apple-tree;
In calyx red, with petals white,
The lily and the rose unite
To render each a lovely sight.
Whose fragrance sweet is wafted me,
Are those which crown the apple-tree;
In calyx red, with petals white,
The lily and the rose unite
To render each a lovely sight.
Beneath the apple-tree I stand,
My cheek by zephyrs softly fanned,
As sweet as winds from Ceylon's land;
While rose-crowned boughs above me sway
To every spring-bird's joyous lay
That wakes to song the breath of May.
My cheek by zephyrs softly fanned,
As sweet as winds from Ceylon's land;
While rose-crowned boughs above me sway
To every spring-bird's joyous lay
That wakes to song the breath of May.
