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III
THE NEWS
LITTLE Breezes, lurking in the green-roofed covers,
Where the dappled gloaming keeps the cool night dews,
Up, and waft the wonder of it unto countless lovers!
Set the tiger lily bells a-tolling out the news!
Where the dappled gloaming keeps the cool night dews,
Up, and waft the wonder of it unto countless lovers!
Set the tiger lily bells a-tolling out the news!
Down the eager rivers make the glory of the story roll!
Waken joyful shivers in the green gold hush!
Set it to the warble of the early morning oriole!
Fill it with the tender, kissing rapture of the thrush!
Waken joyful shivers in the green gold hush!
Set it to the warble of the early morning oriole!
Fill it with the tender, kissing rapture of the thrush!
Take a little sorrow from the night rain pattering,
Drowning in a black flood stars and moon;
Take a little terror from the zigzag, shattering,
Blue sword-flash of a storm-struck noon!
Drowning in a black flood stars and moon;
Take a little terror from the zigzag, shattering,
Blue sword-flash of a storm-struck noon!
Breathing through the green-aisled orchard chapels,
Learn the holy music of the world-old dream;
Borrow from the still scarlet singing of the apples;
Weave it in the weird tale's gloom and gleam!
Learn the holy music of the world-old dream;
Borrow from the still scarlet singing of the apples;
Weave it in the weird tale's gloom and gleam!
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Hasten with the woven music, make the Summer lyrical,
Sweet as with the odors of a southeast rain!
Set the corn a-chatter o'er the glad, impending miracle!
A little Stranger whimpers at the Gate of Pain!
Sweet as with the odors of a southeast rain!
Set the corn a-chatter o'er the glad, impending miracle!
A little Stranger whimpers at the Gate of Pain!
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