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The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||
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XX—“O SWEET WILD ROSES THAT BUD AND BLOW”
O sweet wild roses that bud and blow
Along the way that my Love may go;
O moss-green rocks that touch her dress,
And grass that her dear feet may press;
Along the way that my Love may go;
O moss-green rocks that touch her dress,
And grass that her dear feet may press;
O maple-tree whose brooding shade
For her a summer tent has made;
O goldenrod and brave sunflower
That flame before my maiden's bower;
For her a summer tent has made;
O goldenrod and brave sunflower
That flame before my maiden's bower;
O butterfly on whose light wings
The golden summer sunshine clings;
O birds that flit o'er wheat and wall,
And from cool hollows pipe and call;
The golden summer sunshine clings;
O birds that flit o'er wheat and wall,
And from cool hollows pipe and call;
O falling water whose distant roar
Sounds like the waves upon the shore;
O winds that down the valley sweep,
And lightnings from the clouds that leap;
Sounds like the waves upon the shore;
O winds that down the valley sweep,
And lightnings from the clouds that leap;
O skies that bend above the hills;
O gentle rains and babbling rills;
O moon and sun that beam and burn—
Keep safe my Love till I return!
O gentle rains and babbling rills;
O moon and sun that beam and burn—
Keep safe my Love till I return!
The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||