Sophie Margaret Hensley

The full-orbed Paschal moon; dark shadows flung
On the brown Lenten earth; tall spectral trees
Stand in their huge and naked strength erect,
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'Pourquoi,' she breathed, then drooped her head,
(Pure snow-drifts to the sunset wed)
As all my weakness I confessed.
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My boat is still in the reedy cove
Where the rushes hinder its onward course,
For I care not now if we rest or move
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I aimless wandered thro' the woods, and flung
My idle limbs upon a soft brown bank,
Where, thickly strewn, the worn-out russet leaves
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There is no God? If one should stand at noon
Where the glow rests, and the warm sunlight plays,
Where earth is gladdened by the cordial rays
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The world may rage without,
Quiet is here;
Statesmen may toil and shout,
Cynics may sneer;
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The sky, grown dull through many waiting days,
Flashed into crimson with the sunrise charm,
So all my love, aroused to vague alarm,
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When summer comes, and when o'er hill and lea
The sun's strong wooing glow hath patiently
Shed o'er the earth long days his golden dower,
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When summer comes, and when o'er hill and lea
The sun's strong wooing glow hath patiently
Shed o'er the earth long days his golden dower,
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The world to-day is radiant, as I ne'er
Could picture it in wildest dreaming, when
For long, long hours I lay in flowery glen
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Evening has thrown her hushing garment round
This little world; no harsh or jarring sound
Disturbs my reverie. The room is dark,
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Brother and friend I found thee in the hour
Of need and day of trouble, strong and true.--
In June's fair mirth, and when the sunrise hue
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They stream across the fading western sky
A sable cloud, far o'er the lonely leas;
Now parting into scattered companies,
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The light has left the hill-side. Yesterday
These skies shewed blue against the dusky trees,
The leaves' soft murmur in the evening breeze
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A breath | A breath
And a sigh,-- | And a sigh,--
How we fly | How we fly
From Death! | From Death!--
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Oh come, Eurydice!
The Stygian deeps are past
Well-nigh; the light dawns fast.
Oh come, Eurydice!
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For our Love's sake I bid thee stay,
Sweet, ere the hours flee away,
Beneath the old acacia tree
That waves its blossoms quiveringly,
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What of our life when this frail flesh lies low
A withered clod, and the free soul has burst
Through the world-fetters? Not of souls accursed
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I will forget those days of mingled bliss
And dear delicious pain,--will cast from me
All dreams of what I know can never be,
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It might have been so different a year
To what _has_ been; the summer's guileless play
Not all a jest, comes back to me to-day
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