 | The poems of Celia Thaxter |  |
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Oh the fragrance of the air
With the breathing of the flowers!
Oh the isles of cloudlets fair,
Shining after balmy showers!
With the breathing of the flowers!
Oh the isles of cloudlets fair,
Shining after balmy showers!
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Oh the freshly rippling notes!
Oh the warbling, loud and long,
From a thousand golden throats!
Oh the south wind's tender song!
Oh the warbling, loud and long,
From a thousand golden throats!
Oh the south wind's tender song!
Oh the mellow dip of oars
Through the dreamy afternoon!
Oh the waves that clasp the shores,
Chanting one delicious tune!
Through the dreamy afternoon!
Oh the waves that clasp the shores,
Chanting one delicious tune!
Wears the warm, enchanted day
To the last of its rich hours,
While my heart, in the sweet May,
Buds and blossoms with the flowers.
To the last of its rich hours,
While my heart, in the sweet May,
Buds and blossoms with the flowers.
| The poems of Celia Thaxter | |