Life Sings a Song; Poems (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916. Excerpt: ... CONTENTMENT To L. H. As dreaming in the snow, the winter day Stands like a child lost in a wonder-trance Of stars and darkness and dim feet that dance From Heaven upon the sky in wanton play, With Silence but an angel's roundelay, So stands my life, the while the hours advance, Dreaming in the new wonder of your glance God come upon me out of Heaven for aye. About me with its perishable pomps And futile pageantries the world moves by; Death wails in passing; Time now halts, now romps To sorrow and to joy; but heedless, I Stand in the snow of my fulfilled days Dreaming in silence angels' roundelays. LULLABY The dark is aown and the stars are up, Sleep, little baby The dew falls soft in its earthen cup, Sleep, little baby The little feet are tired enow With walking hither and thither I trow, And the day lies long on a baby's brow, So sleep, little baby, Sleep, little baby, Sleep Sh Sleep, little baby The sun's gone in and the moon's come out, Sleep, little baby And sweet, new dreams are going about, Sleep, little baby Hither and thither and everywhere, Soft and still in the silent air, And some will find my baby fair, So sleep, little baby, Sleep, little baby, Sleep Sh Sleep, little baby Play-time's over, toil-time's done, Sleep, little baby And it's oh, so long from sun to sun Sleep, little baby And Love is down from the starry skies With lilies for the little eyes, And a dream in each of paradise, So sleep, little baby, Sleep, little baby, Sleep Sh Sleep, little baby THE UNASSUAGED YEARS How poignantly I rue The unassuaged years, When unbeknown to you, I dreamed a heaven, in tears, Of silence and dim sleep Deep as the dust is deep How strange, how sad it seems In these love-tranced days I, sorrowing with my dreams, And you on alien ways, ...