Poems with Fables in Prose | ||
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I: A SONG TO AROLILIA, DWELLER BY THE FOUNTAIN
When you were born, the Earth obeyed;
(Call her, Echo!)
Fragrancies from the distance blew,
Beanfields and violets were made,
And jasmine by the cypress grew—
Jasmine by the cloudy yew—
(Call, her, Echo!
(Call Arolilia by her name!)
(Call her, Echo!)
Fragrancies from the distance blew,
Beanfields and violets were made,
And jasmine by the cypress grew—
Jasmine by the cloudy yew—
(Call, her, Echo!
(Call Arolilia by her name!)
When you were born, despairs must die,
(Call her, Echo!)
Sweet tongues were loosened from a spell—
Snow mountains glistened from on high
And torrents to the valleys fell—
A song into Man's bosom fell—
(Call her, Echo!
Call Arolilia by her name!)
(Call her, Echo!)
Sweet tongues were loosened from a spell—
Snow mountains glistened from on high
And torrents to the valleys fell—
A song into Man's bosom fell—
(Call her, Echo!
Call Arolilia by her name!)
When you were born, hid lightning's shape
(Call her, Echo!)
Took up the poor man's altar coal,
His green vine throbbed into the grape,
And in the dastard sprang a soul—
Even in the dastard sprang a soul!
(Call her, Echo!
Call Arolilia by her name!)
(Call her, Echo!)
Took up the poor man's altar coal,
His green vine throbbed into the grape,
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Even in the dastard sprang a soul!
(Call her, Echo!
Call Arolilia by her name!)
When you were born, all golden shot
(Call her, Echo!)
Fountains of daybreak from the sea,
And still, if near I find you not—
If steps I hear, but you come not—
Darkness lies on the world for me!
(Call her, Echo!
Call Arolilia by her name!)
(Call her, Echo!)
Fountains of daybreak from the sea,
And still, if near I find you not—
If steps I hear, but you come not—
Darkness lies on the world for me!
(Call her, Echo!
Call Arolilia by her name!)
Poems with Fables in Prose | ||