And Other Poems.
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A WINTER LYRIC.
COME, harp of mine
And let’s entwine
A love-wreath round thy chords so light;
The storm-sprites rave
O’er vault and grave.
The elements are drunk to-night;
Behold the Lord’s
Red flaming swords
Flash scabbardless across the clouds,
And from the deep
The sea-ghosts leap
Along the beach in snowy shrouds,
Then sing with me
A song of glee,
My soul is filled with wildest mirth:
’Tis just the time
To chant and chime
The praise of our old Mother Earth
And let’s entwine
A love-wreath round thy chords so light;
The storm-sprites rave
O’er vault and grave.
The elements are drunk to-night;
Behold the Lord’s
Red flaming swords
Flash scabbardless across the clouds,
And from the deep
The sea-ghosts leap
Along the beach in snowy shrouds,
Then sing with me
A song of glee,
My soul is filled with wildest mirth:
’Tis just the time
To chant and chime
The praise of our old Mother Earth
Faithful harp, I feel thy strings
Trembling as my fingers play,
And the wailing wind that sings
Through the crannies joins our lay;
And methinks weird sprites on wings
Hover round the house and say:
“Death alone affection brings—
True love lives in clay to clay.”
Trembling as my fingers play,
And the wailing wind that sings
Through the crannies joins our lay;
And methinks weird sprites on wings
Hover round the house and say:
“Death alone affection brings—
True love lives in clay to clay.”
Loving harp! the truth is told,
Mother Earth is true and tried.
In her bosom’s faithful fold
Slumber soundly, side by side.
Mother Earth is true and tried.
In her bosom’s faithful fold
Slumber soundly, side by side.
