Hanford Chase Judson
Published: 2015-07-18
Total Pages: 90
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Excerpt from Songs Toward the Sunlight Song Of The South Wind Lo, I blow across the meadows that are brown and sear with winter; And the grass grows green around me, full of joy to see me pass. Then I get a banquet ready for the young bee, wing unsteady, And I blow two hearts together, of a man and of a lass. Soft my hand is on the harp-strings of the forest in the summer, And, with modulated music, I have lulled the world to sleep. By the pool the sunbeam brightens, where the water lily whitens, At the open doors of dreamland, I, my noontide vigil, keep. When the Norns, relentless, weaving, spin the autumn spell of dreaming, And my spirit feels the burden of the sleep inducing haze; When the withered leaves together whirl as in a mad endeavor To regain the twinkling gladness of the breeze-fanned summer days; When the thrush his farewell tuneth, sad as life's lament for Balder, While the purple tint of sunset on the crimson hillside dies, Then I turn me; yet my sorrow reaches outward toward to-morrow - I have buried springtime's treasure; yet remember where it lies. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.