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Ada Foster Murray [1857-1936]
Oh, days of beauty standing veiled apart,
With dreamy
skies and tender, tremulous air,
In this rich Indian summer of the
heart
Well may the earth her jewelled halo wear.
The long brown fields - no longer drear and dull -
Burn with the glow of
these deep-hearted hours.
Until the dry weeds seem more beautiful,
More
spiritlike than even summer's flowers.
But yesterday the world was stricken bare,
Left old and dead in gray,
enshrouding gloom;
To-day what vivid wonder of the air
Awakes the soul of
vanished light and bloom?
Sharp with the clean, fine ecstasy of death,
A mightier wind shall strike
the shrinking earth,
An exhalation of creative breath
Wake the white
wonder of the winter's birth.
In her wide Pantheon - her temple place -
Wrapped in strange beauty and
new comforting,
We shall not miss the Summer's full-blown grace,
Nor
hunger for the swift, exquisite Spring.
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
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