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POEMS.
Ah, me! Lands will be lit
With every autumn's blaze of Golden Rod,
And purple Asters everywhere will nod
And bend and wave and flit;
With every autumn's blaze of Golden Rod,
And purple Asters everywhere will nod
And bend and wave and flit;
Until, like ripened seed,
This little earth itself, some noon, shall float
Off into space, a tiny shining mote,
Which none but God will heed;
This little earth itself, some noon, shall float
Off into space, a tiny shining mote,
Which none but God will heed;
But never more will be
Sweet Asters peering through that branch of oak
To hear such precious words as dear lips spoke
That sunny day to me.
Sweet Asters peering through that branch of oak
To hear such precious words as dear lips spoke
That sunny day to me.
TWO LOVES.
OVE beckoned me to come more near,And wait, two women's songs to hear:
The songs ran sweet, the songs ran clear;
It seemed they never could be done.
One woman sat and sang in shade,
Her still hands on her bosom laid;
The other sat and sang in sun.
"I love my love," the one song said,
"Because he lifts such kingly head,
And walks with such a kingly tread,
That men kneel down, and men confess;
And women, in soft, sad surprise,
Acknowledge, by their longing eyes,
His beauty and his goodliness.
"Because he lifts such kingly head,
And walks with such a kingly tread,
That men kneel down, and men confess;
And women, in soft, sad surprise,
Acknowledge, by their longing eyes,
His beauty and his goodliness.
