The Human Inheritance The New Hope, Motherhood. By William Sharp |
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A GREETING |
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A GREETING
(TO E. L. H.)
The month, in whose warm heart is graven deep
The cuckoo's farewell voice, waits behind May,
Her frolic sister, who upon the way
Strews blossoms laughing: from their long dark sleep
Daily the blesséd roses stir and creep
From fold and bud: and thro' the twilight grey
That dreams about the haunts of vanish'd day
The culver calleth from the wooded steep.
The cuckoo's farewell voice, waits behind May,
Her frolic sister, who upon the way
Strews blossoms laughing: from their long dark sleep
Daily the blesséd roses stir and creep
From fold and bud: and thro' the twilight grey
That dreams about the haunts of vanish'd day
The culver calleth from the wooded steep.
I, in the busy haunts of men, but dream
Of these, as thou upon thy weary bed:
Yet every day we know the blue skies gleam
And ev'ry night the star-lamps shine, o'erhead—
Is it not well with us that we can feel
At least such memoried raptures o'er us steal?
Of these, as thou upon thy weary bed:
Yet every day we know the blue skies gleam
And ev'ry night the star-lamps shine, o'erhead—
Is it not well with us that we can feel
At least such memoried raptures o'er us steal?
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