Foliage: Various Poems

Published by Good Press, 2019

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EAN 4064066181437

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THUNDERSTORMS

STRONG MOMENTS

A GREETING

SWEET STAY-AT-HOME

THE STARVED

A MAY MORNING

THE LONELY DREAMER

CHRISTMAS

LAUGHING ROSE

SEEKING JOY

THE OLD OAK TREE

POOR KINGS

LOVE AND THE MUSE

MY YOUTH

SMILES

MAD POLL

JOY SUPREME

FRANCIS THOMPSON

THE BIRD-MAN

WINTER'S BEAUTY

THE CHURCH ORGAN

HEIGH HO, THE RAIN

LOVE'S INSPIRATION

NIGHT WANDERERS

YOUNG BEAUTY

WHO I KNOW

SWEET BIRDS, I COME

THE TWO LIVES

HIDDEN LOVE

LIFE IS JOLLY

THE FOG

A WOMAN'S CHARMS

DREAMS OF THE SEA

THE WONDER MAKER

THE HELPLESS

AN EARLY LOVE

DREAM TRAGEDIES

CHILDREN AT PLAY

WHEN THE CUCKOO SINGS

RETURN TO NATURE

A STRANGE CITY

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My mind has thunderstorms,
That brood for heavy hours:
Until they rain me words,
My thoughts are drooping flowers
And sulking, silent birds.

Yet come, dark thunderstorms,
And brood your heavy hours;
For when you rain me words,
My thoughts are dancing flowers
And joyful singing birds.

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STRONG MOMENTS

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Sometimes I hear fine ladies sing,
Sometimes I smoke and drink with men;
Sometimes I play at games of cards—
Judge me to be no strong man then.

The strongest moment of my life
Is when I think about the poor;
When, like a spring that rain has fed,
My pity rises more and more.

The flower that loves the warmth and light,
Has all its mornings bathed in dew;
My heart has moments wet with tears,
My weakness is they are so few.

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A GREETING

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Good morning, Life—and all
Things glad and beautiful.
My pockets nothing hold,
But he that owns the gold,
The Sun, is my great friend—
His spending has no end.

Hail to the morning sky,
Which bright clouds measure high;
Hail to you birds whose throats
Would number leaves by notes;
Hail to you shady bowers,
And you green fields of flowers.

Hail to you women fair,
That make a show so rare
In cloth as white as milk—
Be't calico or silk:
Good morning, Life—and all
Things glad and beautiful.

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SWEET STAY-AT-HOME

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Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content,
Thou knowest of no strange continent:
Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep
A gentle motion with the deep;
Thou hast not sailed in Indian seas,
Where scent comes forth in every breeze.
Thou hast not seen the rich grape grow
For miles, as far as eyes can go;
Thou hast not seen a summer's night
When maids could sew by a worm's light;
Nor the North Sea in spring send out
Bright hues that like birds flit about
In solid cages of white ice—
Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Love-one-place.
Thou hast not seen black fingers pick
White cotton when the bloom is thick,
Nor heard black throats in harmony;
Nor hast thou sat on stones that lie
Flat on the earth, that once did rise
To hide proud kings from common eyes,
Thou hast not seen plains full of bloom
Where green things had such little room
They pleased the eye like fairer flowers—
Sweet Stay-at-Home, all these long hours.
Sweet Well-content, sweet Love-one-place,
Sweet, simple maid, bless thy dear face;
For thou hast made more homely stuff
Nurture thy gentle self enough;
I love thee for a heart that's kind—
Not for the knowledge in thy mind.

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THE STARVED

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