The Poems of Henry Timrod by Henry Timrod
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When thy God is nigh --
"With a speech as chaste and gentle, And such meanings as become Ear of child, or ear of angel, Speak, or be thou dumb. "Woo her thus, and she shall give thee Of her heart the sinless whole, All the girl within her bosom, And her woman's soul." The Stream is Flowing from the West The stream is flowing from the west; As if it poured from yonder skies, It wears upon its rippling breast The sunset's golden dyes; And bearing onward to the sea, 'T will clasp the isle that holdeth thee. I dip my hand within the wave; Ah! how impressionless and cold! I touch it with my lip, and lave My forehead in the gold. |
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