Conata : a Collection of Poems
Conata : a Collection of Poems
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And listening with my soul I hear Soul-music, low and sweet and clear.
And now the song in building mine And nature's in the thought, Wilt thou accept as thine.
THE SONG.
Wandering in a meadow wide, " Half hidden by a stone," A tender violet I espied.
Why blossom here alone, Why blossom here alone, I cried, Why blossom here alone!
The other flowers hang o'er the brook.
With dainty faces bright, Or shake their perfumed petals out On some fair grassy height, Digitized by VjOOQIC 51 TO MI£S MARY C...OIT 8P00NER.
Or by the footpath in the lane In colors gay arrayed, So sweet we cannot call them vain, Are temptingly displayed.
The bright-eyed pale anemone, In ample dress of green, Beneath some spreading forest tree, In simple state is seen.
The rose within the garden sits, Rich, beautiful and proud; The butterfly that o'er her flits, Hath to her beauty bowed.
And stooped to kiss her damask cheek.
Ere hurrying on his way.
To her fine birds with plumage sleek Have sung their grandest lay.
Oh, all the flowers find fitter place Than this lone spot to blow.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
And listening with my soul I hear Soul-music, low and sweet and clear.
And now the song in building mine And nature's in the thought, Wilt thou accept as thine.
THE SONG.
Wandering in a meadow wide, " Half hidden by a stone," A tender violet I espied.
Why blossom here alone, Why blossom here alone, I cried, Why blossom here alone!
The other flowers hang o'er the brook.
With dainty faces bright, Or shake their perfumed petals out On some fair grassy height, Digitized by VjOOQIC 51 TO MI£S MARY C...OIT 8P00NER.
Or by the footpath in the lane In colors gay arrayed, So sweet we cannot call them vain, Are temptingly displayed.
The bright-eyed pale anemone, In ample dress of green, Beneath some spreading forest tree, In simple state is seen.
The rose within the garden sits, Rich, beautiful and proud; The butterfly that o'er her flits, Hath to her beauty bowed.
And stooped to kiss her damask cheek.
Ere hurrying on his way.
To her fine birds with plumage sleek Have sung their grandest lay.
Oh, all the flowers find fitter place Than this lone spot to blow.
What to read after Conata : a Collection of Poems?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Mary Grant Osheridan to read onlineMoreLess
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