Poems (Spofford)/Song
For works with similar titles, see Song.
SONG.
When the great breezes call
From east to west,
And through the turfy wall
Sing him to rest;
While lightly snow-flakes fall
Upon his breast,
Till the low bed be hid
By their soft coverlid,
So fair and frore,—
Could love of mine do more?
From east to west,
And through the turfy wall
Sing him to rest;
While lightly snow-flakes fall
Upon his breast,
Till the low bed be hid
By their soft coverlid,
So fair and frore,—
Could love of mine do more?
When flower and leaf and light
The green sod bless;
When, out of heaven's height,
The sunbeams press
Around him the delight
Of their caress,
And from the hemlock hear,
Where little nests lie near,
The bird-songs pour,—
Could love of mine do more?
The green sod bless;
When, out of heaven's height,
The sunbeams press
Around him the delight
Of their caress,
And from the hemlock hear,
Where little nests lie near,
The bird-songs pour,—
Could love of mine do more?