Thomas Holley Chivers Poems

What are stars but hieroglyphics of God's glory writ in lightning
On the wide-unfolded pages of the azure scroll above?
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On the banks of the yellow lillies.
Where the cool wave wanders by,
All bedamasked with daffodiles,
And the bee-beset Crowtie;
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When thy soft round form was lying
On the bed where thou wert sighing,
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Clatta, clatta, clatta, clatter,
Like the devil beating batter
Down below in iron platter -
Which subsides into a clanky,
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Her tender breasts were like to snow-white doves
Upon one willow bough at calm of even,
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Upon thy lips now lies
The music-dew of love;
And in thy deep blue eyes,
More mild than Heaven above
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As an egg, when broken, never
Can be mended but must ever
Be the same crushed egg forever—
So shall this dark heart of mine
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