William Henry Giles Kingston Earth Poems

  • 1.
    Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
    One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
    When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
    Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine; -
    ...
  • 2.
    The night is come, but not too soon;
    And sinking silently,
    All silently, the little moon
    Drops down behind the sky.
    ...
  • 3.
    When the warm sun, that brings
    Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
    'Tis sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
    The first flower of the plain.
    ...
  • 4.
    There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
    And, with his sickle keen,
    He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
    And the flowers that grow between.
    ...
  • 5.
    With what a glory comes and goes the year!
    The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers
    Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy
    Life's newness, and earth's garnitude spread out
    ...
  • 6.
    Longing already to search in and round
    The heavenly forest, dense and living green,
    Which to the eyes tempered the new-born day,

    ...
  • 7.
    There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
    That dwells where'er the gentle south wind blows;
    Where, underneath the whitethorn, in the glade,
    The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air,
    ...
  • 8.
    When the hours of Day are numbered,
    And the voices of the Night
    Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
    To a holy, calm delight;
    ...
  • 9.
    From the French of Charles D'Orleans, Fifteenth Century.

    Gentle Spring! - in sunshine clad,
    Well dost thou thy power display!
    ...
Total 9 Earth Poems by William Henry Giles Kingston

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