A Woman's Poems

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J. R. Osgood, 1871 - American poetry - 127 pages
 

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Page 72 - When little Jessie died last night, How could she walk to Heaven — it is so far? How did she find the way without a light? There was n't even any moon or star. "Will she have red or golden wings? Then will she have to be a bird, and fly? Do they take men like presidents and kings, In hearses with black plumes clear to the sky? "How old is God? Has he gray hair? Can He see yet? Where did He have to stay Before — you know — he had made — Anywhere? Who does He pray to — when He has to pray?...
Page 116 - Then we talked of coldness and pallor, And of things with blinded eyes That stared at the golden stillness Of the moon in those lighted skies; And of souls, at morning wrestling In the dust with passion and moan, So far away at evening In the silence of worlds unknown. But a delicate wind beside us Was rustling the dusky hours, As it gathered the dewy odors Of the snowy jessamine-flowers.
Page 1 - Then go as the Night — in June : Pass, dreamily, by the crowd, With jewels to mock the stars and moon, And shadowy robes like cloud. " Or as Spring, with a spray in your hair Of blossoms as yet unblown ; It will suit you well, for our youth should wear The bloom in the bud alone. " Or drift from the outer gloom With the soft white silence of Snow...
Page 13 - YES, Katie, I think you are very sweet, Now that the tangles are out of your hair, And you sing as well as the birds you meet, That are playing, like you, in the blossoms there. But now you are coming to kiss me, you say: Well, what is it for? Shall I tie your shoe? Or loop up your sleeve in a prettier way? 2. "Have I seen one?
Page 14 - Just across the road by the cherry-trees Some fallen white stones had been lying so long, Half hid in the grass, and under these There were people dead. I could hear the song Of a very sleepy dove as I passed The graveyard near, and the cricket that cried ; And I look'd (ah! the Ghost is coming at last!) And something was walking at my side.
Page 125 - SWEET World, if you will hear me now : I may not own a sounding Lyre And wear my name upon my brow Like some great jewel quick with fire. But let me, singing, sit apart, In tender quiet with a few, And keep my fame upon my heart, A little blush-rose wet with dew.
Page 11 - Well, half fairy— At least it dates far back as fairies do, And seems to me as beautiful and airy ; Yet half, perhaps the fairy half, is true. You had a baby sister and a brother, (Two very dainty people, rosily white...
Page 73 - How does the wind look when it doesn't blow? " Where does the rainbow end ? And why Did — Captain Kidd — bury the gold there ? When Will this world burn ? And will the firemen try To put the fire out with the engines then? " If you should ever die, may we Have pumpkins growing in the garden, so My fairy godmother can come for me, When there's a prince's ball, and let me go?
Page 16 - Far off, half hiding, in the old home-grass. Ah, pretty names for pretty moods ; and you, Who love me, such sweet shapes as these can see ; But, take it from its sphere of bloom and dew, And where will then your bird or blossom be?
Page 91 - Oh, I would have my folded hands Take it into the dust with me; All other little things of mine I'd leave in the bright world with thee.

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