Fleurs De Lys, And Other Poems
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there she leans upon the little gate.
Unchanged, save that her ciurls, once flowing free.
Are closely coiled upon her shapely head.
And that her eyes look forth more thoughtfully.
Hark to her sigh I " Why tarries he so late ? '* But mark her smile ! She hears his well-known tread.
THREE SONNETS. 59 THE MOTHER.
Beneath the eaves there is another chair, And a bruised lily lies upon the walk, With the bright drops still clinging to its stalk.
Whose careless hand has dropped its treasure there?
And... whose small form does that frail settee bear ?
Whose are that wooden shepherdess and flock, That noble coach with steeds that never balk?
And why the gate that tops the cottage-stair ?
Ah ! he has now a rival for her love, A chubby-cheeked, soft-fisted Don Juan, Who rules with iron hand in velvet glove Mother and sire, as only Baby can.
See I there they romp, the mother and her boy, He on her shoulders perched and wild with joy.
LONG AGO, THE sun was swimming in the purple tide, His golden locks far floating on the sea, When thou and I stole beachward, side by side.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
there she leans upon the little gate.
Unchanged, save that her ciurls, once flowing free.
Are closely coiled upon her shapely head.
And that her eyes look forth more thoughtfully.
Hark to her sigh I " Why tarries he so late ? '* But mark her smile ! She hears his well-known tread.
THREE SONNETS. 59 THE MOTHER.
Beneath the eaves there is another chair, And a bruised lily lies upon the walk, With the bright drops still clinging to its stalk.
Whose careless hand has dropped its treasure there?
And... whose small form does that frail settee bear ?
Whose are that wooden shepherdess and flock, That noble coach with steeds that never balk?
And why the gate that tops the cottage-stair ?
Ah ! he has now a rival for her love, A chubby-cheeked, soft-fisted Don Juan, Who rules with iron hand in velvet glove Mother and sire, as only Baby can.
See I there they romp, the mother and her boy, He on her shoulders perched and wild with joy.
LONG AGO, THE sun was swimming in the purple tide, His golden locks far floating on the sea, When thou and I stole beachward, side by side.
What to read after Fleurs De Lys, And Other Poems?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Weir Arthur to read onlineMoreLess
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