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Song: I Was Very Cold Post by :orion Category :Poems Author :George Macdonald Date :January 2011 Read :846

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Song: I Was Very Cold

I was very cold
In the summer weather;
The sun shone all his gold,
But I was very cold--
Alas, we were grown old,
Love and I together!
Oh, but I was cold
In the summer weather!

Sudden I grew warmer
Though the brooks were frozen:
"Truly, scorn did harm her!"
I said, and I grew warmer;
"Better men the charmer
Knows at least a dozen!"
I said, and I grew warmer
Though the brooks were frozen.

Spring sits on her nest,
Daisies and white clover;
And my heart at rest
Lies in the spring's young nest:
My love she loves me best,
And the frost is over!
Spring sits on her nest,
Daisies and white clover!

(The end)
George MacDonald's poem: Song

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An Improvisation An Improvisation

An Improvisation
The stars cleave the sky. Yet for us they rest,And their race-course high Is a shining nest!The hours hurry on. But where is thy flight,Soft pavilion Of motionless night?Earth gives up her trees To the holy air;They live in the breeze; They are saints at prayer!Summer night, come from God, On your beauty, I see,A still wave has flowed Of eternity!(The end)George MacDonald's poem: Improvisation

The Foolish Harebell The Foolish Harebell

The Foolish Harebell
A harebell hung her wilful head:"I am tired, so tired! I wish I was dead."She hung her head in the mossy dell:"If all were over, then all were well!"The Wind he heard, and was pitiful,And waved her about to make her cool."Wind, you are rough!" said the dainty Bell;"Leave me alone--I am not well."The Wind, at the word of the drooping dame,Sighed to himself and ceased in shame."I am hot, so hot!" she moaned and said;"I am withering up; I wish I was dead!"Then the Sun he pitied her woeful case,And drew a thick veil over his face."Cloud go away, and