A Song of Autumn and Other Poems (Electronic book text)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Excerpt from book: Section 3A Prayer let me not weaken, Hold my face to the blast, Weld the armor upon me, Let me fight to the last. The Flight of the Limited THE dim pale faces whirling past ' As I stand breast-high in the waving grain! O, the mad wild rush, and the panting breath, And the clashing bell of the streaming train! A burst of steam, and an iron clang, And the Titan drive-wheel's filmy spoke A rattle of rails, and a flash of fire And the vision's gone in a cloud of smoke! How oft I stand as one entranced, And list to the coming whistle's scream, And long for the chariot rolling by To bear me afar to the realms of dream! Joy and Sorrow* ItjjtHEN the joyous shout of singing clearest rings, And the music and the rippling laughter flings Its full melody in all its sweetness; Then should come afar from out dear mem'ry's springs Troops of dim old sorrows; only then love brings Happiness in all its rich completeness. *Dante says that the greatest sorrow is to remember joy in time of sorrow. Likewise the greatest joy is to remember sorrow in time of joy. The Forest-Call textit{"11 HEARD a whisper from Sequoian deeps Call whence old leisure holds her silent sway, And all the dreamy day it seemed to say: "Come where the Angel Rest her bower keeps." I looked, and lo! her fire burned, a star; And down into the ferny glade I came, And stood before the flame,and called her name And sweet her music sounded in mine ear. The Hills of Long Ago UT of the hills of long ago A strange, weird, solemn music steals, And the vision it brings, the face it reveals, Looks with a glance, that softens and heals, Out of the hills of long ago. Out of the hills of long ago: Yea, with the smile of a summer day, The voice and eye-gleam beckon alway, Until as a child in ...