Fading Days, by Obadiah Cyrus Auringer
Filled with a quiet sadness nigh to tears,
When tears come fresh from no ungentle spring,
Bes...
Filled with a quiet sadness nigh to tears,
When tears come fresh from no ungentle spring,
Bes...
Sweet latest herald of the spring,
Fresh from thy rest at nature's heart,
Where thou dost lin...
How still she lies!
A bride in all her wedding splendor dressed,
After the day's sweet tumult ...
I Dost thou not know God's country, where it lies?
The land long dreamed of, more desired tha...
Year in, year out, unchanged thou standest there,
And broodest in a visionary wise;
Inscrut...
I The orchard stretches from the door,
To right and left and far along,
To where the gray fe...
Soft wind of summer's eve,
Fresh from blue fields and paradisial air,
Methinks in happy visio...
In deep green woods there lies a fairy glade
Shut in by tawny hemlocks wild and tall;
Its floo...
Blow, freely blow,
Over the snow, O wind!
As merrily blow o'er the hills of snow
As if neve...