izard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
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Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
_Robert Louis Stevenson._
52. THE OLD LOVE
Out of my door I step into
The country, all her scent and dew,
Nor travel there by a hard road,
Dusty and far from my abode.
The country washes to my door
Green miles on miles in soft uproar,
The thunder of the woods, and then
The backwash of green surf again.
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Beyond the feverfew and stocks,
The guelder-rose and hollyhocks;
Outside my trellised porch a tree
Of lilac frames a sky for me.
A stretch of primrose and pale green
To hold the tender Hesper in;
Hesper that by the moon makes pale
Her silver keel and silver sail.
The country silence wraps me quite,
Silence and song and pure delight;
The country beckons all the day
Smiling, and but a step away.
This is that country seen across
How many a league of love and loss,
Prayed for and longed for, and as far
As fountains in the desert are.
This is that country at my door,
Whose fragrant airs run on before,
And call me when the first birds stir
In the green wood to walk with her.
_Katharine Tynan._
53. EARLY MORN
When I did wake this morn from sleep,
It seemed I heard birds in a dream;
Then I arose to take the air--
The lovely air that made birds scream;
Just as a green hill launched the ship
Of gold, to take its first clear dip.
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And it began its journey then,
As I came forth to take the air;
The timid Stars had vanished quite,
The Moon was dying with a stare;
Horses, and kine, and sheep were seen,
As still as pictures, in fields green.
It seemed as though I had surprised
And trespassed in a golden world
That should have passed while men still sle
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