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Nilsson Post by :candore Category :Poems Author :Sidney Lanier Date :April 2010 Read :2878

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A rose of perfect red, embossed
With silver sheens of crystal frost,
Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance lost.

High passion throbbing in a sphere
That Art hath wrought of diamond clear,
-- A great heart beating in a tear.

The listening soul is full of dreams
That shape the wondrous-varying themes
As cries of men or plash of streams.

Or noise of summer rain-drops round
That patter daintily a-ground
With hints of heaven in the sound.

Or noble wind-tones chanting free
Through morning-skies across the sea
Wild hymns to some strange majesty.

O, if one trope, clear-cut and keen,
May type the art of Song's best queen,
White-hot of soul, white-chaste of mien,

On Music's heart doth Nilsson dwell
As if a Swedish snow-flake fell
Into a glowing flower-bell.

New York, 1871.

The End
Sidney Lanier's poem: Nilsson

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Souls And Rain-drops Souls And Rain-drops

Souls And Rain-drops
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,Then vanish, and die utterly.One would not know that rain-drops fellIf the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.So souls come down and wrinkle lifeAnd vanish in the flesh-sea strife.One might not know that souls had placeWere't not for the wrinkles in life's face.The EndSidney Lanier's poem: Souls and Rain-Drops

Night And Day Night And Day

Night And Day
The innocent, sweet Day is dead.Dark Night hath slain her in her bed.O, Moors are as fierce to kill as to wed! -- Put out the light, said he.A sweeter light than ever rayedFrom star of heaven or eye of maidHas vanished in the unknown Shade. -- She's dead, she's dead, said he.Now, in a wild, sad after-moodThe tawny Night sits still to broodUpon the dawn-time when he wooed. -- I would she lived, said he.Star-memories of happier times,Of loving deeds and lovers' rhymes,Throng forth in silvery pantomimes. -- Come back, O Day! said he.____Montgomery, Alabama, 1866.The EndSidney Lanier's poem: Night