Alice Brown Poems

Through all the wind-blown aisles of May,
Faint bells of perfume swing and fall.
Within this apple-petalled wall
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WITHDRAW thee, soul, from strife.
Enter thine unseen bark,
And sail across the dark,
The silent sea of life.
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O LIVING image of eternal youth!
Wrought with such large simplicity of truth
That, now the pattern’s made and on the shelf,
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O swift forerunners, rosy with the race!
Spirits of dawn, divinely manifest
Behind your blushing banners in the sky,
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Then, lady, at last thou art sick of my sighing.
   Good-bye!
So long as I sue, thou wilt still be denying?
   Good-bye!
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O hearken, all ye little weeds
   That lie beneath the snow,
(So low, dear hearts, in poverty so low!)
   The sun hath risen for royal deeds,
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Sweet is the time for joyous folk
   Of gifts and minstrelsy;
Yet I, O lowly-hearted One,
   Crave but Thy company.
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Thou wilt not look on me?
Ah, well! the world is wide;
The rivers still are rolling free,
Song and the sword abide;
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Seal thou the window! Yea, shut out the light
And bar my door to all the airs of spring.
Yet in my cell, concealed from curious sight,
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WHAT, comrade of a night,
No sooner meet than fight?
Before the word, the blow?
Well, be it so.
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