FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85  
86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   >>   >|  
mpany like this withdraw! Obey the mandate of the law!" The startled strangers meekly rose And moved away with downcast eyes, Too wonted to such cruel blows To manifest the least surprise; Too humbled to inquire why; Too timid to attempt reply. Poor outcasts from that joyous stage Where well-dressed hundreds strolled at ease, With faltering steps, and bowed with age, They vanished slowly 'neath the trees; But neither scanned the other's face, For fear a falling tear to trace. Farewell, sweet, music-laden air, And sunshine on the sheltered strand! I follow where that outcast pair Are walking sadly, hand in hand; For me your vaunted charm hath fled, While they remain uncomforted. HEIMWEH I dwell in a region of valleys fair, Of stately forests and mountains bold, Of churches filled with treasures rare, And storied castles centuries old; But now and then, when the sun sinks low, And the vesper bell is softly rung, I think of the days of long ago, And yearn for the land where I was young. I live where the sun shines bright and warm On feathery palms and terraced vines, Yet oft I sigh for a boreal storm And the sough of the wind through northern pines; And though my ear hath wonted grown To the accents strange of an alien tongue, No speech hath half so sweet a tone As the language learned when I was young. I live in a land where men are kind, And friends increase, as the years roll on, Yet of them all not one I find So dear as those of the days now gone; And so I think, as the sun sinks low, And the curfew bell of my life is rung, I shall turn to my home of long ago, And die in the land where I was young. MY LIBRARY Shrine of my mind, my Library! Each morn I greet thee with delight, When, soul-refreshed, I bring to thee The benediction of the night; Encompassed by thy sheltering walls, 'Mid books whose interest enthralls, Life's shadow from my spirit falls. Behold! above the wooded height The sun-god's glittering disk appears, And at a bound its flood of light The intervening valley clears; Enveloped in its noiseless tide, Each castle on the mountain side Stands forth in splendor, glorified. How welcome are the yellow waves That through the eastern windows pour And, with a warmth my nature craves, Transmute to gold the polished floor! Then mount to gild my desk, my chair, And e'en the spotless paper there, Which soon my written thought must bear. In serried ran
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85  
86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

wonted

 

Library

 

LIBRARY

 

Shrine

 

benediction

 

Encompassed

 

refreshed

 
speech
 

delight

 

increase


friends

 

language

 

curfew

 

learned

 

eastern

 

windows

 
nature
 

warmth

 

yellow

 

Stands


mountain

 

splendor

 

glorified

 

craves

 

Transmute

 

spotless

 
written
 

polished

 

thought

 

castle


tongue

 

shadow

 

spirit

 

Behold

 

enthralls

 

interest

 

sheltering

 

wooded

 
valley
 

intervening


clears
 
Enveloped
 

noiseless

 
height
 

glittering

 
appears
 

serried

 

faltering

 

vanished

 

dressed