Our Gleaming Days
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For other trees are green wherein they may Sing out their madrigals in joyous tone, Forgetting winter, and the autumn moan Which drives the withered leaves in droves away.
And shall my heart turn bitter? Far from so.
I thank them for the music that they gave When sap of spring worked magic in my limbs, And though it saddens me to hear them go I listen still, and when I find my grave May their dim echoes chant my dying hymns.
40 IN AUTUMN DAYS Blue are the autumn days, White is the autumn cloud,... Swift are the autumn leaves When autumn winds shriek loud.
Dead are the summer flowers.
Flown are the summer skies, They with their summer suns Glitter in paradise.
Kind was the summer's dream.
Keen is the autumn's chill, Savage the winter's wrath Ramping behind the hill.
Soon comes the flying cloud, Soon shall the trumpet blow, Then with its vengeful glee Shall whirl the winter snow.
41 THE BOND-BURSTING LAUGH It's time that we laughed with a bond-bursting laugh As we gallop along, While our hearts feel strong.- It's time that we threw back our heads just to quaff The deep joy of living, The deep joy of giving Our souls to the wind to do what it will: Our souls to the stream beneath the bridge flowing, We thunder across and then up the hill; Through the shade of the oak tree The sun of the sky; I turn in the saddle, catch sight of your eye, And I think of the sigh And the bonds of despair That it gave to me once; But that is forgotten, and that is o'ermastered, deserted behind: All the meanness of care, And the sin of the mind With which I was cursed.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
For other trees are green wherein they may Sing out their madrigals in joyous tone, Forgetting winter, and the autumn moan Which drives the withered leaves in droves away.
And shall my heart turn bitter? Far from so.
I thank them for the music that they gave When sap of spring worked magic in my limbs, And though it saddens me to hear them go I listen still, and when I find my grave May their dim echoes chant my dying hymns.
40 IN AUTUMN DAYS Blue are the autumn days, White is the autumn cloud,... Swift are the autumn leaves When autumn winds shriek loud.
Dead are the summer flowers.
Flown are the summer skies, They with their summer suns Glitter in paradise.
Kind was the summer's dream.
Keen is the autumn's chill, Savage the winter's wrath Ramping behind the hill.
Soon comes the flying cloud, Soon shall the trumpet blow, Then with its vengeful glee Shall whirl the winter snow.
41 THE BOND-BURSTING LAUGH It's time that we laughed with a bond-bursting laugh As we gallop along, While our hearts feel strong.- It's time that we threw back our heads just to quaff The deep joy of living, The deep joy of giving Our souls to the wind to do what it will: Our souls to the stream beneath the bridge flowing, We thunder across and then up the hill; Through the shade of the oak tree The sun of the sky; I turn in the saddle, catch sight of your eye, And I think of the sigh And the bonds of despair That it gave to me once; But that is forgotten, and that is o'ermastered, deserted behind: All the meanness of care, And the sin of the mind With which I was cursed.
What to read after Our Gleaming Days?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Sargent, Daniel, 1890-1987 to read onlineMoreLess
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