Margaret Steele Anderson Hear Poems

  • 1.
    When on the spring's enchanting blue
    You trace your slender leaves and few,
    Then do I wish myself re-born
    To lands of hope, to lands of morn.
    ...
  • 2.
    You are the first wild violet of the year;
    Young grass you are, and apple-bloom, and spray
    Of honeysuckle; you are dawn of day.
    And the first snow-fall! It is you I hear
    ...
  • 3.
    (On a fragment by De Bussy.)

    Thy slender form I think I see
    On winter hills of Tuscany,
    ...
  • 4.
    "Thou hast not lived! No aim of earth
    Thy body serves, nor home nor birth;
    No children's eyes look up to thee
    To solace thy mortality."
    ...
  • 5.
    The falling of a leaf upon thy way,
    The flutter of a bird along thy sky,
    Thou God, to whom the ages are a day,
    Ev'n such, alas! oh, ev'n such am I!
    ...
  • 6.
    They sing the race, the song is wildly sweet;
    But thou, my harp, oh thou shalt sing the goal!
    The distant goal, that draws the bleeding feet
    And lights the brow and lifts the fainting soul!
    ...
  • 7.
    Lord of all strength, behold, I am but frail!
    Lord of all harvest, few the grapes and pale
    Allotted for my wine-press! Thou, Lord,
    Who boldest in thy gift the tempered sword.
    ...
  • 8.
    The wind makes moan, the water runneth chill;
    I hear the nymphs go crying through the brake;
    And roaming mournfully from hill to hill
    The maenads all are silent for his sake!
    ...
  • 9.
    Ah, it was he I heard at early dawn,
    From the high hilltop and the dew-wet hollow,
    While I was yet as tender as a fawn.
    Calling me, "Follow!"
    ...
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