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Ho, come out with the wind of spri… And step it blithely in woodlands… Friend am I of each growing thing From the gray sod into sunshine br… Mine is the magic of twilights dim…
Twilight and I went hand in hand, As lovers walk in shining Mays, O’er musky, memory-haunted ways, Across a lonely harvest-land, Where west winds chanted in the wh…
The air is silent save where stirs A bugling breeze among the firs; The virgin world in white array Waits for the bridegroom kiss of d… All heaven blooms rarely in the ea…
Come, for the dusk is our own; let… With a quiet delight in our hearts… Through the rustling valley and wo… Under a high-sprung sky, winnowed… Sharp is the frosty air, and throu…
The scent of the earth is moist an… In the dewy shade Of the tall, dark poplars whose sl… Against the sunset bloom are laid, And a robin is whistling in the co…
Oh, the charm of idle dreaming Where the dappled shadows dance, All the leafy aisles are teeming With the lure of old romance! Down into the forest dipping,
Make it where the winds may sweep Through the pine boughs soft and d… And the murmur of the sea Come across the orient lea, And the falling raindrops sing
Dark hills against a hollow crocus… Scarfed with its crimson pennons,… The dome of sunset long, hushed va… Cradling the twilight, where the l… And wake among the harps of leafle…
I walked to-day, but not alone, Adown a windy, sea-girt lea, For memory, spendthrift of her cha… Peopled the silent lands for me. The faces of old comradeship
I like to think of the many words The Master in his early days Must have spoken to them of Nazar… Words not freighted with life and… Piercing through soul and heart li…
Ho, a day Whereon we may up and away, With a fetterless wind that is out… And there piping a call to the fal… Where the sea evermore
Shut from the clamor of the street By an old wall with lichen grown, It holds apart from jar and fret A peace and beauty all its own. The freshness of the springtime ra…
There’s a hush and stillness calm… For the waves have wooed all the w… In the shadow of headlands bold an… But some gracious spirit has taken… Of the crystal sky and filled it u…
Surely the flowers of a hundred sp… Are simply the souls of beautiful… The poppies aflame with gold and r… Were the kisses of lovers in days… The purple pansies with dew-drops…
From vales of dawn hath Day pursu… Who mocking fled, swift-sandalled,… Nor ever lingered in her wayward f… With dusk-eyed glance to recompens… But over crocus hills and meadows…