Echoes and RealitiesGeorge H. Doran Company, 1918 - 129 pages |
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amethyst ancient arch barn beneath BERKSHIRE bird blue BOY SCOUTS breath Bridgeport Broadway brook climb clouds CORNER CUPBOARD-(Continued curled dark dawn dear deep door dream ECHOES AND REALITIES eyes face feet fields so sweet flower furled GLACIER PARK VIGNETTES-(Continued gleam God's gone grass grave green grey grosbeaks grow hair hand happy happy day hear heard heart hemlock hermit thrush hurdy-gurdy hush Italy kissed knew light lilac lips LITTLE BOY'S POEMS lonely look meadow mountain wall never night o'er once orchard Pine Grosbeaks pines POEMS ABOUT TREES poor poplars Queen Anne's lace road roll rosy scorn shadows creep silence sing sleep slumber smell smile snow snowshoes soft solemn song soul stars stood street summer sunset sweeter things thought tinkle toil town trail twilight Union Square upland voice walked Wandering whisper wind winter wood
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Page 69 - BY the little river, Still and deep and brown, Grow the graceful willows, Gently dipping down; Dipping down and brushing Everything that floats — Leaves and logs and fishes, And the passing boats. Were they water maidens In the long ago, That they lean out sadly Looking down below? In the misty twilight You can see their hair, Weeping water maidens That were once so fair. Walter Prichard Eaton THE THREE HILLS THERE were three hills that stood alone With woods about their feet.
Page 2 - BOY SCOUTS OF BERKSHIRE BOY SCOUTS IN THE DISMAL SWAMP BOY SCOUTS IN THE WHITE MOUNTAINS...
Page 68 - The little birches, white and slim, Gleaming in the forest dim, Must think the day is almost gone, For each one has her nighty on.
Page 88 - As on the utter sea rim rests the sky; And like the sea for wrath he is, and strong To launch his surges on the cliffs of Wrong; But most I love him for his deep-sea spell Of unguessed secrets that he may not tell : So I have seen him stand and look afar Beyond the twilight to the evening star, And like the ocean's haunting lure to me, Deep in his eyes I read a mystery: — For he whose soul we fathom to the end Becomes our servant then, and not our friend.
Page 44 - My skis across the rim: then farewell breath, And almost vision, too, as tears rolled down My cheeks, while past my face the riven air Tore by, and all the hillside flew to meet My flying figure with a low-hissed song — The song of rapid runners cleaving snow ! A moment only, and the barn appeared Looming beside me, that had been a toy.
Page 123 - ... him drag his steps and pause; Whence comes this scent within the Square, Where endless dusty traffic roars? A push-cart stands beside the curb, With fragrant blossoms laden high; Speak low, nor stare, lest we disturb His sudden reverie! He sees us not, nor heeds the din Of clanging car and scuffling throng; His eyes see fairer sights within, And memory, hears the robin's song As once it trilled against the day, And shook his slumber in a room Where drifted with the breath of May The lilac's sweet...
Page 64 - I SHALL be one with these pines Some happy day. Dwarfed by the wind and molded by the snow, They burst pink cones In a meadow starred with violets. No sound they hear But the mountain wind, The bird-like chirp of the ground squirrels, The tinkle of ice-water brooks Across the grass, The far, soft thunder of outleaping streams That glide like silver hair down dripping cliffs...
Page 123 - THE scent of lilac in the air Hath made him drag his steps and pause; Whence comes this scent within the Square, Where endless dusty traffic roars? A push-cart stands beside the curb, With fragrant blossoms laden high; Speak low, nor stare, lest we disturb His sudden reverie! He sees us not, nor heeds the din Of clanging car and scuffling throng; His eyes see fairer sights within, And memory, hears the robin's song As once it trilled against the day, And shook his slumber in a room Where drifted...
Page 88 - THE friend I love is like the sea to me, With spacious days of large tranquillity When on my heart his wordless comforts lie, As on the utter sea rim rests the sky; And like the sea for wrath he is, and strong To launch his surges on the cliffs of Wrong; But most I love him for his deep-sea spell Of unguessed secrets that he may not tell : So I have seen him stand and look afar Beyond the twilight to the evening star, And like the ocean's haunting lure to...
Page 43 - I stood sent out An endless shadow from the light, so faint It was a dimming breath of amethyst Across the mirror of the wind-swept snow. The world, I thought, had never been so still ; I heard the tinkle of a blown ice chip, The crack of frozen bark within the tree As with the night the day's thaw stiffened up, The faint, far baying of a village dog; But other sound was not, except the wind, Viewless and chill, forever rushing by.