That in the oak tree lets me hear

Its heart's deep speech, its soul's wise words;

And to my mind makes crystal clear

The melodies of birds.

Why should I care, who live aloof

Beyond the din of life and dust,

While dreams still share my humble roof,

And love makes sweet my crust?

[Pg 9]

[Pg 9]

ONE DAY AND ANOTHER

 A Lyrical Eclogue

PART I

LATE SPRING

The mottled moth at eventide

Beats glimmering wings against the pane;

The slow, sweet lily opens wide,

White in the dusk like some dim stain;

The garden dreams on every side

And breathes faint scents of rain.

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