 | Poems by James Rhoades |  |
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WINTER-MUSIC.
My heart is ev'n a desert-grove,
Where not a wild bird sings of June,
Nor ever nightingale her love
Thrills darkling to the thronèd moon:
Where not a wild bird sings of June,
Nor ever nightingale her love
Thrills darkling to the thronèd moon:
When suns are warm, and soft winds sleep,
When Glory walks from glade to glade,
Then most of all dread silence deep
Doth that mysterious heart pervade:
When Glory walks from glade to glade,
Then most of all dread silence deep
Doth that mysterious heart pervade:
But should soft skies be changed to rude,
Rough Eurus for the zephyr blow,
Should all chill powers in malice-mood
Forbid the frozen sap to flow,
Rough Eurus for the zephyr blow,
Should all chill powers in malice-mood
Forbid the frozen sap to flow,
These boughs, that silent slept so long,
Awake, and shudder into song.
Awake, and shudder into song.
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