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The complete poems of S. Weir Mitchell

Mitchell, S. Weir (1829-1914)

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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS

OF DEATH AND OF ONE WHO FELL ON THE WAY

OF THE REMEMBERED DEAD

PAINED UNTO DEATH

THE WHOLE CREATION GROANETH

IN THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW

A CANTICLE OF TIME

COLERIDGE AT CHAMOUNY

THE TOMBS OF THE REGICIDES

HOW THE CUMBERLAND WENT DOWN

MY CASTLES IN SPAIN

THE QUAKER LADY

THE QUAKER GRAVEYARD

DOMINIQUE DE GOURGUES

THE WRECK OF THE EMMELINE

A PSALM OF THE WATERS

EVENING, AFTER A STORM ON THE RISTIGOUCHE RIVER

A CAMP IN THREE LIGHTS

EVENING STORM—NIPIGON

NOONDAY WOODS—NIPIGON

AFTER SUNSET—LAKE WEELOKENE-BAKOK

THE ROMAN CAMPAGNA

THE GRAVE OF KEATS

VENICE TO ITALY

THE DECAY OF VENICE

PISA: THE DUOMO

THE VESTAL'S DREAM

AFTER ALBERT CUYP

BRUGES: QUAI DES AUGUSTINS

THE WAVES AT MIDNIGHT

THE RISING TIDE

EVENING BY THE SEA

BEAVER-TAIL ROCKS

IDLENESS

THE LOST PHILOPENA

THE CHRIST OF THE SNOWS

ST. CHRISTOPHER

LINES TO A DESERTED STUDY

AN OLD MAN TO AN OLD MADEIRA

TO THE FORGET-ME-NOTS

TO A MAGNOLIA FLOWER

ON A BOY'S FIRST READING OF THE PLAY OF “KING HENRY THE FIFTH”

GUIDARELLO GUIDARELLI

A WAR SONG OF TYROL

THE “TEXAS”

GIBRALTAR AT DAWN

STORM-WAVES AND FOG ON DORR'S POINT, BAR HARBOR

THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON

THE ANGELS OF PRAYER

A CHILD'S PRAYER

LINES GIVEN TO M. AT CHRISTMAS

THE PURE OF HEART

THE COMFORT OF THE HILLS

AN ODE OF BATTLES

POEMS OF OCCASION

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IDLENESS

There is no dearer lover of lost hours
Than I.
I can be idler than the idlest flowers;
More idly lie
Than noonday lilies languidly afloat,
And water pillowed in a windless moat.
And I can be
Stiller than some gray stone
That hath no motion known.
It seems to me
That my still idleness doth make my own
All magic gifts of joy's simplicity.

Ristigouche River, 1892.