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The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton

Moulton, Louise Chandler (1835-1908)

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SWALLOW-FLIGHTS

SWALLOW-FLIGHTS.

LONG IS THE WAY.

OUT IN THE SNOW.

SOME DAY OR OTHER.

THROUGH A WINDOW.

WIFE TO HUSBAND.

AFTER THE MOUNTAINS.

ALONE BY THE BAY.

MIDSUMMER IN NEW ENGLAND.

THE HOUSE OF DEATH.

“SHE WAS WON IN AN IDLE DAY.”

THE SONG OF A SUMMER.

WHAT SHE SAID IN HER TOMB.

A SUMMER'S GHOST.

LOVER AND FRIEND HAST THOU PUT FAR FROM ME.

BEAUTY FOR ASHES.

TO A LADY IN A PICTURE.

DOWN THE RIVER.

I FAIN WOULD GO.

THE SPRING IS LATE.

SELFISH PRAYER.

IF I COULD KEEP HER SO.

ANNIE'S DAUGHTER.

LOOKING INTO THE WELL.

A SONG IN THE WOOD.

THE HOUSE IN THE MEADOW.

FROM DUSK TO DAWN.

SOMEBODY'S CHILD.

A WOMAN'S WAITING.

JOHN A. ANDREW.

THE COUNTRY OF “IF.”

FOR CUPID DEAD.

WE LAY US DOWN TO SLEEP.

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1.

[I. You thought, O Love, you loved me then, I know]

2.

[II. You surely must remember, though to-day]

LOVE'S FORGIVENESS.

IN TIME TO COME.

A SUMMER'S GROWTH.

IN THE GARDEN OF DREAMS.

AT THE WIND'S WILL.

ADDITIONAL POEMS.

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LOVE'S GHOST.

Is Love at end? How did he go?
His coming was full sweet, I know;
But when he went he slipped away
And never paused to say good-day—
How could the traitor leave me so?

There 's something in the summer, though,
That brings the old time back, and lo!
This phantom that would bar my way
Is dead Love's ghost.

His footfall is as soft as snow,
And in his path the lilies blow;
He quenches the just-kindled ray
With which I fain would light my way,
And bids me newer joys forego,
This tyrant ghost.