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A Song Of The Oregon Trail Post by :columbo Category :Poems Author :Helen Hay Whitney Date :October 2011 Read :2140

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A Song Of The Oregon Trail

How long the trail! How far the goal!
Last year the moons might come and go
Like dancing shadows on the snow.
My heart was light, my heart was strong;
I cared not though the way be long;
But now--the end is you--my soul!--

I fear the dark, I fear the dread
White frost that hovers round my heart,
The cold, high sun, and, wide apart,
The frozen, pitiless stars above.
So far, so far from my true love,
And, oh! I fear, I fear the dead!

I fear their fingers, grasping and pale.
I did not fear the dead last year--
But now, the kisses of my dear!
The breast of her, so kind and warm,
Ah, heart! I must not come to harm--
How far the goal! How long the trail!

(The end)
Helen Hay Whitney's poem: Song Of The Oregon Trail

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The apple-tree is white with snow, My heart is empty as the day; The white hours indolently go Graveward, because my love's away. Months lag, then spring and love's return-- Yet once again I seem to see, Flushed with delight, as kisses burn, White snow upon the apple-tree.(The end)Helen Hay Whitney's poem: Apple-Tree

False False

The black sky stretches to the pallid sea, As a false love and a dismantled heart. Empty of faith and eager to depart. He takes her yet once more, submissively, Against his lips, then, laughing, drifts away Swiftly within the dawning of the day. Blindly she tosses up her foam-white hands, Crying for mercy, and the wind--her hair-- Lashes the wide-sailed ships and leaves them bare. Blindly she hurls her rage against the sands. There, in the cold sky where her love had lain Scornful,