Category: Poetry
For in the morning of our love, there came The spirit singing such entrancing notes, As sweeps the whole empyrian with a flame, Wherein, a dream, pure lofty pleasure floats, And love and beauty find their mellow throats, In glorious fervor, drinking from the golden bowl, The w...
Now wing'd Apollo, fing'ring golden strings, Hath wandered far in his dear ponderings, And fashioned such a music, wild and free, As wakes to love the cold anemone, And saddened...
3. Part 3Hail! Sweetest rhapsodist Of virgin song unfettered yet! Sweet honey-bee of sound, What flow'ry meads hast found, Of wilding pain and rapture, In spirit births, a moment's captu...
1. Part 1For in the morning of our love, there came The spirit singing such entrancing notes, As sweeps the whole empyrian with a flame, Wherein, a dream, pure lofty pleasure floats, And...
4. Part 4"A trace of wine's on the breath of summer, And the spirit of June is a pure delight, And the brimmer of light is sparkling and bright With a cheer for the gladdest comer.