The Lost Ring; And Other Poems

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891 Excerpt: ...And the Master's Come, ye blest! O earth! in your sweet fruition Rejoice and be glad! but this, The joy of a soul that has reached its goal, Is a deeper, holier bliss. OCTOBER WOODS A MOOD O Blazing woods, lit up with splendors rare! To sing your state, methinks, were but akin To his essay whose mocking violin Sang burning Borne. These bright, bright robes you wear Have charms too perilous, because they bear The seal of Death. If only we could win Your old look back, and stand once more within Your aisles of greenness! Ah! this show and glare But mean our banishment. Dear doomed woods, Where we have wandered the gay summer long, Soft, flickering sunshine and the wild bird's song Making like Eden your sweet solitudes--A flaming sword guards all your gates, in guise Of light and beauty: farewell, Paradise! SUMMER IN WINTER The summer never quite departs; Despite the snow and sleet and ice, I hold her to my heart of hearts By many a lovely, quaint device. SUMMER IN WINTER One glance upon my pictured walls Brings back her sunny face to me, --Her meadow-lands and waterfalls, And haunts of wild-wood greenery. Her birds flash out in plumage gay From frame and easel, --nested things, That never pine, nor once essay A flight upon their gleaming wings. Her plumy grasses deck my stand, Her oaks and maples flaunt their sheen Of red and gold (by autumn's hand Transfigured), here and there between. Her flowers and fruits are mine; I raise My hand, and--artist-wrought--I see Great crimson roses, lily sprays, And blossoms of the fair sweet-pea. And still, above my daily board, To feast my beauty-loving eye, Her June-fed strawberries are poured, And cherries sunned by hot July. Her gracious presence, too, I meet In alien things; my frosted panes The glories of her...