The book The Springtime of Love, And Other Poems was written by author Trombly, Albert Edmund, 1888- Here you can read free online of The Springtime of Love, And Other Poems book, rate and share your impressions in comments. If you don't know what to write, just answer the question: Why is The Springtime of Love, And Other Poems a good or bad book?
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Awakes a feeling vague of former life And plunges me in deepest reverie; Then o'er me steals the breath of ancient days : I hear the clash of arms, the din of strife. The sound of harps, the songs of min- strelsy ! [62] THE PASSING OF THE WINTER What means the thawing sod, the waxing sun, The eager freshet bursting from the hill, And from the oaken grove the squirrel's trill, Seeming to tell that frosty days are done? Think they the time of Spring hath yet begun Because the wind that blew so bi...ting chill Hath spent its fitful wrath and ceased to shrill? Think they that Winter's race is fully run? He may, perchance, methinks, be potent yet ; And may, ere breathes the Spring's tri- umphant note. Blow yet a gale ere lapsing into death; As oft a man with glazed eye and set, When low the rattle gurgles In his throat, Rouses himself to gasp away his breath. [63] TO DEATH How often have I seen in early Fall, Ere the fleet swallow yet had southward flown And still the mountain-rill made plaintive moan, Old pallid Rime from his boreal hall In quiet steal across the hilly wall; And ere the tardy rays of morning shone, Chill unto death the callow grain, and prone Upon the meadow lay a hoary pall.
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