Bird-Notes by Evelyn Douglas [i.e. J. E. Barlas] |
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IX. To One Beloved.
What is moon or star to me
By night, or sun by day?
What are storm and shower that flee
O'er drear coast and angry sea,
Cliffs under the tempest's lee,
Cataracts at play?
By night, or sun by day?
What are storm and shower that flee
O'er drear coast and angry sea,
Cliffs under the tempest's lee,
Cataracts at play?
Thou art moon, and sun, and star,
Joy by day or night.
When thy cheering smile is far,
On the lake, where lilies are,
Vainly lures nenuphar
Void of grace and light.
Joy by day or night.
When thy cheering smile is far,
On the lake, where lilies are,
Vainly lures nenuphar
Void of grace and light.
Thou art glory on the cloud,
Light upon the hills,
Bird-notes in the forest loud,
Gleams that break the arches bowed
Of the beech-trees tall and proud,
Silver on the rills.
Light upon the hills,
Bird-notes in the forest loud,
Gleams that break the arches bowed
Of the beech-trees tall and proud,
Silver on the rills.
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Thou art splendour to the day,
Softness to the night,
Tenderness in the moon-ray,
Freshness in the ocean-spray,
Grandeur on the tempest's way,
Courage in the fight.
Softness to the night,
Tenderness in the moon-ray,
Freshness in the ocean-spray,
Grandeur on the tempest's way,
Courage in the fight.
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