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Its clear droppings, lone and single,
Shooting in melodious light.
thus forever! The green, bright grass of childhood bring to me,
Flowing like an emerald river,
Of that never cold time,
Through and through the old time!
She sits and sings,
And white arms crost,
They are not lost :
Flowing to thee, thou knewest not whence,
Thy voice is like a fountain,
And, sudden-slow, its solemn power
No spot of dark the fountain keepeth,
THICK-rushing, like an ocean vast
Of bisons the far prairie shaking,
Draws seaward from its foamy breaking.
Rising and rising momently,
Up to a sudden ecstasy.
Ringing in water silverly,
To listen when the next would be.
TO M. L.
A LILY thou wast when I saw thee first,
A lily-bud not opened quite,
That hourly grew more pure and white, By morning, and noontide, and evening nursed : In all of nature thou hadst thy share;
Thou wast waited on
By the wind and sun ;
A lily thou wast when I saw thee first,
A lily-bud; but O, how strange,
How full of wonder was the change, When, ripe with all sweetness, thy full bloom
burst! How did the tears to my glad eyes start,
When the woman-flower
Reached its blossoming hour, And I saw the warm deeps of thy golden heart!
Glad death may pluck thee, but never before
The gold dust of thy bloom divine
Hath dropped from thy heart into mine, To quicken its faint germs of heavenly lore; För no breeze comes nigh thee but carries away
Some impulses bright
Of fragrance and light, Which fall upon souls that are lone and astray, To plant fruitful hopes of the flower of day.
I would more natures were like thine,
That never casts a glance before, Thou Hebe, who thy heart's bright wine
So lavishly to all dost pour, That we who drink forget to pine,
And can but dream of bliss in store.
Thou canst not see a shade in life ;
With sunward instinct thou dost rise, And, leaving clouds below at strife,
Gazest undazzled at the skies,
A songful lark with eagle's eyes.
Nursed, laughing, with the milk of Mirth; Some influence more gay than ours
Hath ruled thy nature from its birth, As if thy natal stars were flowers
That shook their seeds round thee on earth.
And thou, to lull thine infant.rest,
Wast cradled like an Indian child; All pleasant winds from south and west
With lullabies thine ears beguiled, Rocking thee in thine oriole's nest,
Till Nature looked at thee and smiled.
Thine every fancy seems to borrow
A sunlight from thy childish years,