Songs of the South Choice Selections From Southern Poets From Colonial Times to
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
B. PIATT.
THIS was your butterfly, you see.
His fine wings made him vain. The caterpillars crawl, but he Pass'd them in rich disdain. My pretty boy says, ' ' Let him be Only a worm again !" Oh, child, when things have learn' d to wear Wings once, they must be fain To keep them always high and fair.
Think of the creeping pain Which even a butterfly must bear To be a worm again !
CREED.
MARY ASHLEY TOWNSEND (XARIFFA).
I BELIEVE if I should die, And you should kiss my eyelids while I lie Cold, dea...d, and dumb to all the world contains, The folded orbs would open at thy breath, And from its exile in the isles of death Life would come gladly back along my veins.
I believe if I were dead, And you upon my lifeless heart should tread, Not knowing what the poor clod chanced to be, It would find sudden pulse beneath the touch Of thee it ever loved in life so much, And throb again, warm, tender, true to thee.
1 84 SONGS OF THE SOUTH.
I believe if on my grave, Hidden in woody deeps or by the wave, Your eyes should drop some warm tears of regret, From every salty seed of thy dear grief Some fair sweet blossom would leap into leaf, To prove death could not make my love forget.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
B. PIATT.
THIS was your butterfly, you see.
His fine wings made him vain. The caterpillars crawl, but he Pass'd them in rich disdain. My pretty boy says, ' ' Let him be Only a worm again !" Oh, child, when things have learn' d to wear Wings once, they must be fain To keep them always high and fair.
Think of the creeping pain Which even a butterfly must bear To be a worm again !
CREED.
MARY ASHLEY TOWNSEND (XARIFFA).
I BELIEVE if I should die, And you should kiss my eyelids while I lie Cold, dea...d, and dumb to all the world contains, The folded orbs would open at thy breath, And from its exile in the isles of death Life would come gladly back along my veins.
I believe if I were dead, And you upon my lifeless heart should tread, Not knowing what the poor clod chanced to be, It would find sudden pulse beneath the touch Of thee it ever loved in life so much, And throb again, warm, tender, true to thee.
1 84 SONGS OF THE SOUTH.
I believe if on my grave, Hidden in woody deeps or by the wave, Your eyes should drop some warm tears of regret, From every salty seed of thy dear grief Some fair sweet blossom would leap into leaf, To prove death could not make my love forget.
What to read after Songs of the South Choice Selections From Southern Poets From Colonial Times to?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Jennie Thornley Clarke to read onlineMoreLess
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