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Arthur William Edgar O'shaughnessy Poems

  • We Are The Music-makers
    We are the music-makers,
    And we are the dreamers of dreams,
    Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
    And sitting by desolate streams. ...
  • A Love Symphony
    Along the garden ways just now
    I heard the flowers speak;
    The white rose told me of your brow,
    The red rose of your cheek; ...
  • Summer Has Come Without The Rose
    Has summer come without the rose,
    Or left the bird behind?
    Is the blue changed above thee,
    O world! or am I blind? ...
  • I Made Another Garden
    I made another garden, yea,
    For my new love;
    I left the dead rose where it lay,
    And set the new above. ...
  • The Fountain Of Tears
    If you go over desert and mountain,
    Far into the country of Sorrow,
    To-day and to-night and to-morrow,
    And maybe for months and for years;...
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Love 4 Rose 4 Song 4 World 4 I Love You 4 Red 3 Garden 3 Heart 3 Sad 3 Summer 3


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Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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