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Here is a voice that soundeth low… And lyricÂvoice of wind among the… Where the untroubled, glimmering w… And sunlight seldom shines. Elusive shadows linger shyly here,
I smile o’er the wrinkled blue Lo! the sea is fair, Smooth as the flow of a maiden’s h… And the welkin’s light shines thro… Into mid-sea caverns of beryl hue,
Only a long, low-lying lane That follows to the misty sea, Across a bare and russet plain Where wild winds whistle vagrantly… I know that many a fairer path
Now on the hill The fitful wind is so still That never a wimpling mist uplifts… Nor a trembling leaf drop-laden st… From the ancient firs
The scent of the earth is moist an… In the dewy shade Of the tall, dark poplars whose sl… Against the sunset bloom are laid, And a robin is whistling in the co…
Over the fields we go, through the… That letters a message for us as f… Before us the dells are abloom, an… Feeling its kinship with us in lor… Out of the valleys of moonlight el…
Ho, come out with the wind of spri… And step it blithely in woodlands… Friend am I of each growing thing From the gray sod into sunshine br… Mine is the magic of twilights dim…
Life, come to me in no pale guise… I care not for thee in such placid… I would share widely, Life, In all thy joy and strife, Would sound thy deeps and reach th…
Searching the pile of corpses the victors found four Frenchmen still breathing. Three had scarcely a spark of life . . . the fourth seemed likely to survive and they reserved him for...
With you I shall ever be; Over land and sea My thoughts will companion you; With yours shall my laughter chime… And my step keep time
The air is silent save where stirs A bugling breeze among the firs; The virgin world in white array Waits for the bridegroom kiss of d… All heaven blooms rarely in the ea…
There’s a grayness over the harbor… The sob of the waves has a sound a… And the deeps beyond the bar are m… Of a storm that will leap from its… Slowly the pale mists rise, like g…
Twilight and I went hand in hand, As lovers walk in shining Mays, O’er musky, memory-haunted ways, Across a lonely harvest-land, Where west winds chanted in the wh…
I know a place for loitering feet Deep in the valley where the breez… Makes melody in lichened boughs, And murmurs low love-litanies. There slender harebells nod and dr…
A gallant city has been builded fa… In the pied heaven, Bannered with crimson, sentinelled… Of crystal even; Around a harbor of the twilight gl…