August Moon
Look
the round-cheeked moon floats high,
In the glowing August sky,
Quenching all her neighbor stars,
Look
the round-cheeked moon floats high,
In the glowing August sky,
Quenching all her neighbor stars,
A
AM of lilies: all the blooming earth,
A garden full of fairies and of flowers;
Its only music the glad cry of mirth,
Come closer, kind, white, long-familiar friend,
Embrace me, fold me to thy broad, soft breast
Life has grown strange and cold, but thou dost
Mild eyes of blessing wooing to my rest
"The epochs of our life are not in the facts, but in thesilent thought by the wayside as we walk
"—EmersonI
Youth
Sweet empty sky of June without a stain,
Weep,
Israel
your tardy meed
Of grateful homage on his fallen head,
ON the whitewashed wallsA woman's shadow falls,
A woman walketh o'er the darksome floors
A soft, angelic
Lighteth her face the while,
Small, shapeless drifts of
Sail slowly northward in the soft-hued sky,
With blur half-tints and rolling summits bright,
By the late sun caressed; slight hazes
IA dream of interlinking hands, of feet Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof Of the entangling waltz
Bright eyebeams meet,
Gay laughter echoes from the vaulted roof
Warm perfumes rise; the soft unflickering glow Of branching ligh...
He who could beard the lion in his lair,
To bind him for a girl, and tame the boar,
And drive these beasts before his chariot,
Might wed Alcestis
Uplift the ponderous, golden mask of death,
And let the sun shine on him as it
How many thousand years agone
This worm-defying, uncorrupted lid,
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss Still floated on my lips
For we had strayed Together in my dream, through some dim glade,
Where the shy moonbeams scarce dared light our bliss
The air was dank with dew, between the trees,
1856 Paris, from throats of iron, silver, brass,
Joy-thundering cannon, blent with chiming bells,
And martial strains, the full-voiced pæan swells
The air is starred with flags, the chanted mass Throngs all the churches, yet the bro...