The skillful listener, methinks, may hear The grass blades clash in suny field together, The roses kissing, and the lily, whether It laugh or sigh low in the summer's ear, The jewel dew-bells of the mead ring clear When morning's nearing in the sweet June weather; The flocked hours winging, feather unto feather, The last leaf wail at waning of the...Learn More

Take of the maiden's and the mother's sigh, Of childhood's dream, and hope that age doth bless, Of roses and the south wind's tenderness, Of fir-tree's shadow, tint of sunset sky, Of moon on meadow where the stream runs by, Of lover's kiss, his diffident caress, Of blue eyes' yellow, brown eyes' darker, tress, Of echoes from the morning bird on...Learn More