Elizabeth Stoddard
First Lines
Between me and the woods along the bay
Come, white angels, to baby and me;
Dearest though I have sung a many songs,
Falling leaves and falling men!
Fan me with these lilies fair,
Far from the empire of my present days,
From thy translucent waves, great Thetis, rise!
Ho, wind of March, speed over sea,
Husband, to-day could you and I behold
I feel the breath of the summer night,
I hear the waters of some inlet now
I live within the stranger's gate,
I love you, but a sense of pain
I Should be happy with my lot:
I was the queen of Karl, a northern king:
I, knight-at-arms, in my own forest lost!
In the still, dark shade of the palace wall,
Let me be merry now, 't is time;
Much have I spoken of the faded leaf
Now that the pain is gone, I too can smile
O Friend, begin a loftier song.
O looked over the balustrade --
Oh, the wild, wild days of youth!
One morn I left him in his bed
Read by the wayside, read by the brook,
So, I must believe that I loved you once!
Spending abroad these varied autumn days,
Still I remember only autumn days,
Swift as the tide in the river
The autumn morning sweetly calls to me,
The guests were gathered in the ancient park
The poet's secret I must know,
The rough north winds have left their icy caves
The shadows on the water reach
The testimony of my loss and gain
The willow boughs are yellow now,
This chain of white arms round the room --
Through the gorge of snow we go,
To me, long absent from the world of art,
Tonight I do the bidding of a ghost,
When I hear music, whether waltz or psalm,
When I was camping on the Volga's banks,
When I, enclosed within the city's walls,
Why did I go where roses grew,
Why should I tarry here, to be but one
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