Vagrant Verses

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Cambridge Scholars Publishing, 2012 - 146 páginas
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE WILD GEESE. I Had no sail to cross the sea, A brave white bird went forth from me, My heart was hid beneath his wing: 0 strong white bird, come back in spring ! 1 watched the wild geese rise and cry Across the flaring western sky; Their winnowing pinions clove the light, Then vanished, and came down the night I laid me low, my day was done, I longed not for the morrow's sun, But closely swathed in swoon of sleep, Forgot to hope, forgot to weep. The moon, through veils of gloomy red, A warm yet dusky radiance shed All down our valley's golden stream, And flushed my slumber with a dream. THE WILD GEESE. 19 .Her mystic torch lit up my brain; My spirit rose and lived amain, And followed through the windy spray That bird upon its watery way. O wild white bird, O wait for me ! My soul hath wings to fly with thee: On foam waves, lengthening out afar, We'll ride toward the western star. O'er glimmering plains, through forest gloom, To track a wanderer's feet I come; 'Mid lonely swamp, by haunted brake, I'll pass unfrighted for his sake. Alone, afar, his footsteps roam, The stars his roof, the tent his home. Saw'st thou what way the wild geese flew To sunward through the thick night dew ? Carry my soul where he abides, And pierce the mystery that hides His presence, and through time and space Look with mine eyes upon his face. Beside his prairie fire he rests, All feathered things are in their nests: What strange wild bird is this, he saith, Still fragrant with the ocean's breath? Perch on my hand, thou briny thing, And let me stroke thy shy wet wing; What message in thy soft eye thrills ? I see again my native hills, And vale, the river's silver streak, The mist upon the blue, blue peak, The shad...

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