Carol and Cadence New poems: MDCCCCII-MDCCCCVII: By John Payne |
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 | Carol and Cadence |  |
HORAE.
Break of day! The white light enters,
On the bed
Falling, flashing news of morning to the centres
Of the thought within my head.
On the bed
Falling, flashing news of morning to the centres
Of the thought within my head.
Morning-tide! The sun-rays glisten
On my chair:
On the hearth-rug sit the waiting cats and listen
For my step upon the stair.
On my chair:
On the hearth-rug sit the waiting cats and listen
For my step upon the stair.
Noon! The brimming streets before me
Pass and go,
Like phantasmagoric pictures: their uproar me
Heaves and carries to and fro.
Pass and go,
Like phantasmagoric pictures: their uproar me
Heaves and carries to and fro.
Afternoon! The raging roaring
Streets again;
And the rhymes rise, making music, passing, pouring
Through my heartstrings and my brain.
Streets again;
And the rhymes rise, making music, passing, pouring
Through my heartstrings and my brain.
Vespertide! My fingers, straying
O'er the keys,
Make faint music, like the airs of Summer playing
In the orange-laden trees.
O'er the keys,
Make faint music, like the airs of Summer playing
In the orange-laden trees.
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Evenglome! The lamplight falling
On my board;
Busy thought what Day to birth hath brought recalling,
As the pen doth it record.
On my board;
Busy thought what Day to birth hath brought recalling,
As the pen doth it record.
Middle night! The room lamp-litten:
By the glow
Sit I musing. On my shoulder purrs the kitten
And the cat my feet below.
By the glow
Sit I musing. On my shoulder purrs the kitten
And the cat my feet below.
Sleepingtide! The moon-rays, shining
Through the glass,
Light the dreams, that, still entwining, unentwining,
Through the slumbering fancy pass.
Through the glass,
Light the dreams, that, still entwining, unentwining,
Through the slumbering fancy pass.
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