The Melody of Earth: An Anthology of Garden and Nature Poems from Present-day Poets

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Mrs. Waldo Richards
Houghton Mifflin, 1918 - American poetry - 300 pages

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Page 266 - Jesus saith unto her, Touch me not ; for I am not yet ascended to my Father : but go to my brethren and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father and your Father; and to my God and your God.
Page 104 - The Pasture I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I shan't be gone long. — You come too. I'm going out to fetch the little calf That's standing by the mother. It's so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I sha'n't be gone long. — You come too.
Page 251 - The kiss of the sun for pardon, The song of the birds for mirth, — One is nearer God's heart in a garden Than anywhere else on earth.
Page 35 - ... rare and yet they say you'll hear him there At Kew, at Kew in lilac-time (and oh, so near to London! ) The linnet and the throstle, too, and after dark the long halloo And golden-eyed tu-whit, tu-whoo of owls that ogle London. For Noah hardly knew a bird of any kind that isn't heard At Kew, at Kew in lilac-time (and oh, so near to London! ) And when the rose begins to pout and all the chestnut spires...
Page 151 - Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again; And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.
Page 173 - Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
Page 253 - Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff. Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up, Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still delight. Holy thoughts that star the night. Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many...
Page 54 - Apple-green west and an orange bar; And the crystal eye of a lone, one star . . . And, " Child, take the shears and cut what you will, Frost to-night — so clear and dead-still." Then I sally forth, half sad, half proud, And I come to the velvet, imperial crowd, The wine-red, the gold, the crimson, the pied, — The dahlias that reign by the garden-side. The dahlias I might not touch till to-night! A gleam of...
Page 280 - TEACH me, Father, how to go Softly as the grasses grow; Hush my soul to meet the shock Of the wild world as a rock; But my spirit, propt with power, Make as simple as a flower.
Page 5 - You come to fetch me from my work tonight When supper's on the table, and we'll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere you lose sight Of what you came for and become like me, Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed...

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