Christopher Morley Poems

Sweetly solemn see them stand,
Spinning churns on either hand,
Neatly capped and aproned white
Airy fairy dairy sight.
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ONCE we read Tennyson aloud
In our great fireside chair;
Between the lines my lips could touch
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WHEN withered leaves are lost in flame
Their eddying gosts, a thin blue haze,
Blow through the thickets whence they came
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TO make this little house my very own
Could not be done by law alone.
Though covenant and deed convey
Absolute fee, as lawyers say,
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COLIN, worshipping some frail,
By self-deception sways her:
Calls himself unworthy male,
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IT should be yours, if I could build
The quaint old dwelling I desire,
With books and pictures bravely filled
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IT was the House of Quietness
To which I came at dusk;
The garth was lit with roses
And heavy with their musk.
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THE furnace tolls the knell of falling steam,
The coal supply is virtually done,
And at this price, indeed it does not seem
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HE is so small he does not know
The summer sun, the winter snow;
The spring that ebbs and comes again,
All this is far beyond his ken.
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I READ in our old journals of the days
When our first love was April-sweet and new,
How fair it blossomed and deep-rooted grew
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