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VI
Shesings:
Over the fields of millet
A young bird tries its wings;
And wild as a woodland rillet,
Its first mad music rings—
Soul of my soul, where the meadows roll
What is the song it sings?
A young bird tries its wings;
And wild as a woodland rillet,
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Soul of my soul, where the meadows roll
What is the song it sings?
“Love, and a glad good-morrow,
Heart where the rapture is!
Good-morrow, good-morrow!
Adieu to sorrow!
Here is the road to bliss:
Where all day long you may hearken my song,
And kiss, kiss, kiss;”
Heart where the rapture is!
Good-morrow, good-morrow!
Adieu to sorrow!
Here is the road to bliss:
Where all day long you may hearken my song,
And kiss, kiss, kiss;”
Over the fields of clover,
Where the wild bee drones and sways,
The wind, like a shepherd lover,
Flutes on the fragrant ways—
Heart of my heart, where the blossoms part,
What is the air he plays?
Where the wild bee drones and sways,
The wind, like a shepherd lover,
Flutes on the fragrant ways—
Heart of my heart, where the blossoms part,
What is the air he plays?
“Love, and a song to follow,
Soul with the face a-gleam!
Come follow, come follow,
O'er hill and through hollow,
To the land o' the bloom and beam:
Where, under the flowers, you may listen for hours.
And dream, dream, dream!”
Soul with the face a-gleam!
Come follow, come follow,
O'er hill and through hollow,
To the land o' the bloom and beam:
Where, under the flowers, you may listen for hours.
And dream, dream, dream!”
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |