 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
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Sunshine dancing on the ocean,
Insects sporting on the air,
Wingèd seeds in breezy motion,
All things bright and frail as fair,—
Such be emblems meet for me,
In my glad inconstancy.
Insects sporting on the air,
Wingèd seeds in breezy motion,
All things bright and frail as fair,—
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In my glad inconstancy.
Gems in earth's dark bosom burning,
Pearls in ocean's depths that lie,
Flowers that to the sun are turning
While they perish 'neath his eye,—
Symbols these of faith may be
But I seek them not for me.
Pearls in ocean's depths that lie,
Flowers that to the sun are turning
While they perish 'neath his eye,—
Symbols these of faith may be
But I seek them not for me.
Who that plucks earth's fragrant blossom
Thinks of gems that lie beneath?
Borne on ocean's placid bosom,
Who would seek her pearlèd wreath?
No! the joy I feel and see,
This shall be enough for me.
Thinks of gems that lie beneath?
Borne on ocean's placid bosom,
Who would seek her pearlèd wreath?
No! the joy I feel and see,
This shall be enough for me.
'Tis because my heart has tasted
Life's full cup of joy and pain,
And with spendthrift folly wasted
Faith that cometh not again,—
'Tis for this I scorn to be
Slave to thankless constancy.
Life's full cup of joy and pain,
And with spendthrift folly wasted
Faith that cometh not again,—
'Tis for this I scorn to be
Slave to thankless constancy.
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