Charles Wharton Stork Poems
- 1. The Silent Folk
Oh, praise me not the silent folk;
To me they only seem
Like leafless, bird-abandoned oak
And muffled, frozen stream.
... - 2. Death'divination
Death is like moonlight in a lofty wood,
That pours pale magic through the shadowy leaves;
‘T is like the web that some old perfume weaves
In a dim, lonely room where memories brood;
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