A Summer Afternoon
A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze, With labored respiration, moves the wheat From distant reaches, till the golden seas Break in crisp whispers at my feet. My book, neglected of an idle mind, Hides
Ylladmar
Her hair was, oh, so dense a blur Of darkness, midnight envied her; And stars grew dimmer in the skies To see the glory of her eyes; And all the summer rain of light
A Song of the Road
O I will walk with you, my lad, whichever way you fare, You’ll have me, too, the side o’ you, with heart as light as air; No care for where the road you take’s
The Old Times Were the Best
Friends, my heart is half aweary Of its happiness to-night: Though your songs are gay and cheery, And your spirits feather-light, There’s a ghostly music haunting Still the heart of every guest And a
Knee-Deep in June
Tell you what I like the best ‘Long about knee-deep in June, ‘Bout the time strawberries melts On the vine, some afternoon Like to jes’ git out and rest, And not work at nothin’
The Rival
I so loved once, when Death came by I hid Away my face, And all my sweetheart’s tresses she undid To make my hiding-place. The dread shade passed me thus unheeding; and I turned
There Was a Cherry-Tree
There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows Cool even now the fevered sight that knows No more its airy visions of pure joy As when you were a boy. There was a cherry-tree. The
Liberty
New Castle, July 4, 1878 Or a hundred years the pulse of time Has throbbed for Liberty; For a hundred years the grand old clime Columbia has been free; For a hundred years our