Miscellany of Poetry - 1919 by Various
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page 50 of 149 (33%)
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All else is only grasshoppers
Or a brown wing the shepherd stirs, Who, like a tall tree moving, goes Where the pale tide of sheep-drift flows. See! the sun smites With sea-drawn lights The turned wing of a gull that glows Aslant the violet, the profound Dome of the mid-June heights. Alas! again the grasshoppers, The birds, the slumber-winging bees, Alas! again for those and these Demure and sweet things drowned; Drowned in vain raucous words men made Where no lark rose with swift and sweet Ascent and where no dim sheep strayed About the stone immensities, Where no sheep strayed and where no bees Probed any flowers nor swung a blade Of grass with pollened feet. He sings:-- "_In Dixie, Way down in Dixie, Where the hens are dog-gone glad to lay Scrambled eggs in the new-mown hay_..." The herring-gulls with peevish cries |
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