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The Path of Dreams Poems   By: (1875-)

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[Illustration: Leigh Gordon Giltner]

The Path of Dreams




Fleming H. Revell Company Chicago : New York : Toronto





In Woodland Ways 9

Ashes of Roses 11

A Challenge 13

And Yet ... 15

The Master Player 16

Afterbloom 17

To Bliss Carman 18

When Love Passed By 19

Hedonism ... Euthumism 21 22

Under the Leaves 23

Carmen 23

To R. D. MacLean 26

Love and Death 26

A Winter Landscape 27

Roses and Rue 28

Severance 47

Spartacus 48

The Dead Leader 50

Hagar 51

Flower Fancies 52 53

Circe 54

To A. M. M. 55

Loveless 56

Clytie The Sunflower 57

In Bondage 61

To a Singer 63

Blossom of Brine 64

A Memory 65

To Margaret 66

Regret 67

"God Bless You, Dear" 69

Roses 71

The Poet 72

Shylock 72

To Charles J. O'Malley 73

Antithesis 74

In Fortune's Twilight 74

Fate 75

The Path of Dreams 76

An Autumn Song 78

Vain 79

Sartor Resartus 80

Illumed 82

In The Play 83

To E. P. B. 84

Through The Dark 85

Preluding 86

The Heights of Silence 87

Andromeda 88

Requital 90

When Fades the Light 91

Butterflies 92

In the Dark Forest 93

Insatiate 95

To One Who Sleeps

(Obiit, June 8th, 1894.)

Tho' storm and summer shine for long have shed Or blight or bloom above thy quiet bed, Tho' loneliness and longing cry thee dead Thou art not dead, belov├Ęd. Still with me Are whilom hopings that encompass thee And dreams of dear delights that may not be. Asleep adream perchance, dost thou forget The sometime sorrow and the fevered fret, Sting of salt tears and long unbreathed regret? Liest thou here thro' long sunshiny hours, Holding sweet converse with the springing flowers, Harking the singing of the warm sweet showers That fall like happy tears ... dost hear The birds that unafraid assail thine ear And yet art silent when I whisper? Dear, Dost thou not hear?

Lying so low beneath the bending grass In long, still smiling tranced for aye alas! Thou dost not harken when my footsteps pass. If haply I some tender thing should tell Thee of the springtime flowers thou once loved well Anemone and shining asphodel; Should steal from Nature some enchanted lay, Some bird song lilted where green branches sway Heart music that could stir thy heart alway; Should call thee by the old fond name again, Should tell thee all a heart's enduring pain And long rememb'ring, would'st thou mute remain? Alas! nor sigh nor song can thrill the ear Tuned to Israfel's music in the sphere Where things to thee erst dear no more are dear. Thou dost not hear!


In Woodland Ways

Out of the poignant glare, the shadeless heat Of summer noon, beseech thee follow me Into the dim, dream haunted secrecy The cool, green glooms, the grottoed deep retreat, Of yon old wood; down aisles of lichened trees Grey Merlins clasped by lissom Viviens Of clinging vine to cloistered sylvan glens, Where Nature weaves her fairest mysteries.

Here let us rest a little find surcease For feet grown weary of the thridded street That echoes ever to the ceaseless beat Of human tread; a brief while know the ease Of dreamful rest, to slumb'rous languors stilled On Orient rugs of dappled mosses spread In nooks where blossom, purple, white and red, The flowers Summer's lavish hands have spilled... Continue reading book >>

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