The Coming of the Princess and Other Poems by Kate Seymour MacLean
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page 83 of 146 (56%)
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Blithe and merry and sweet Over its shallows singing,-- I hear before I awaken The Bound of the church-bells ringing, And the sound of the leaves wind-shaken, Complaining and sun-forsaken, And the oriole warbling and singing, And the swish of the wind in the wheat Sweet and tender and true! From meadows of blossoming clover, Where sleepy-eyed cows are lowing, And bobolinks twittering over,-- Ebbing and falling and flowing-- Singing and gliding and going-- The river--my silver-shod lover, Down to the infinite blue. Deep, and tender, and strong! With resonant voice and hole-- To far away sunshiny places, Haunts of the bee and the swallow, Where the Sabbath is sweet with the praises Of dumb things, of weeds and of daisies,-- Oh river! I hear thee--I follow To the ocean where I too belong. |
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