Katharine Lee Bates
First Lines
A mountain soul, she shines in crystal air
A rose-white cloud that blossoms in the blue,
All day these ruby-throated humming-birds,
Beneath the softly falling snow
Death bars me from my garden, but by the dusty road
Dull clang that hurts this dreamy air,
Failure on failure seed the slow success.
Flood of stars that hold your course
Holy spirit gone free,Free of the weary clay,
How we delighted in our driftwood fire,
I will not fear the Valley, for amid
If the Celestial Body, ethereal, mystic, remembers
Let the fires be swift, not slow.
Life went hand in hand with Joy
Lying too faint to look, too spent to stir,
My love, my love, if you could come once more
No, no, Belovèd; starry runaway,
O strange, hushed fellowship of those
O Work, drab angel, lead me day by day,
Once we beheld ecstatic cripples flinging
She is the grace of all that are,
The blue sky at its deepest was pricked by one keen star
The daily commonplace our mirth would brighten
The day is waning; gracious shadows grow;
The God of Silence, at whose ancient shrine
The luxury of ease comes after ache;
The path of sorrow is no lonely path;
The rain that fell a yesterday is ruby on the roses,
We count them happy who have richly known
Westering Heart, Restless Heart, Heart of the Pioneer,
When at the last I lift my lids to brook
When it befortunes us, who love so dearly,
Where Time's long river hushes in the sea,
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