Theodore Harding Rand High Poems
- 1. At The Ford
I.
A death-like dew was falling
On the herbs and the grassy ground;
... - 2. Song-waves
O soul, that art essential change,
Bickering beams, a flutter strange,
Lightning of thought and gust of passion,
A silver thread in this mountain range;
... - 3. To Emeline
I would enshrine in silvern song
The charm that bore our souls along,
As in the sun-flushed days of summer
We felt the pulsings of nature's throng;
... - 4. The Note Of Nature
Earth's manifold noises break
Overhead, in the calm,
In unison full, and wake
The note of a psalm.
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