Where it follows the turn to the west!

  There's a plentiful feast in the maple-tree shade, The lilt of a song to an old-fashioned tune, The talk of a friend, or the kiss of a maid, To sweeten the cup that we drink to the noon. Oh, the deep noon, the full noon, Of all the day the best! When the blue sky burns, and the great sun turns To his home by the way of the west!

There's a plentiful feast in the maple-tree shade,

The lilt of a song to an old-fashioned tune,

The talk of a friend, or the kiss of a maid,

To sweeten the cup that we drink to the noon.

Oh, the deep noon, the full noon,

Of all the day the best!

When the blue sky burns, and the great sun turns

To his home by the way of the west!

1906.

 LIGHT BETWEEN THE TREES

 Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest-gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where the light of life has fled, And the jealous curtains close Round the passionless repose Of the silent dead.

Long, long, long the trail

Through the brooding forest-gloom,

Down the shadowy, lonely vale

Into silence, like a room

Where the light of life has fled,

And the jealous curtains close

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