These are the days when skies put on Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee, Induces my belief, Till ranks of seeds their witness bear, Oh, sacrament of summer days, Thy sacred emblems to partake, EMILY DICKINSON. Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, In a tumultuous privacy of storm. RALPH WALDO EMERSON. CANDLEMAS. O hearken all ye little weeds That lie beneath the snow, (So low, dear heart, in poverty so low!) The sun hath risen for royal deeds, O furry living things adream, (How rest ye there, how softly, safely rest!) Of wizard gold unbinds the stream, And all the woodland windings seem My birds, come back! the hollow sky (Sweet-throat, come back! O liquid, mellow throat!) Ere May's soft minions hereward fly, Shame on ye, laggards, to deny The brooding breast, the sun-bright eye, The tawny, shining coat. The stars of midnight shall be dear ALICE BROWN. Where rivulets dance their wayward round, Shall pass into her face. Three Years She Grew. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. And still when night is darkening o'er Hymns of a Hermit. JOHN STIRLING. THE CAMP.* The bed was made, the room was fit, Travels with a Donkey. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. And Nature, the old nurse, took Thy Father has written for thee." "Come, wander with me," she said, And read what is still unread And he wandered away and away And whenever the way seemed long, She would sing a more wonderful song, The Fiftieth Birthday of Agassiz. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. *"Poems and Ballads." Copyright, 1895 and 1896, Charles Scribner's Sons. VIII. The Larger Brotherhood. God made all the creatures and gave them our love and our fear, To give sign, we and they are his children, one family here. Saul. ROBERT BROWNING. |