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Song Of Spring Post by :Gabriel_Howes Category :Poems Author :Helen Leah Reed Date :November 2011 Read :2983

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Song Of Spring

On every bush are roses blooming, everywhere the nightingale
To his love again is warbling plaintively his oft-told tale.
Now within our balmy garden dances the tall cypress tree,
And the poplar never ceases clapping his slim hands in glee.
From the height of every bough-tip you can hear the turtle sing,
With loud voice proclaiming gaily the glad coming of the spring.
On the head of the narcissus gleams as bright his diadem,
As the crown of China's Emperor decked with many a costly gem.
Here the west wind, there the north wind, in true token of their love,
At the feet of yonder rose lay treasure poured down from above.
All the earth with musk is scented, and musk-laden is the air.
Everything proclaims that daily now draws nearer spring the fair.

(Versified from a Persian paraphrase.)

(The end)
Helen Leah Reed's poem: Song Of Spring

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"Death after life" shall we sigh as we say it, Sigh as if death were the end for us all, Pale at the thought, as in silence we weigh it, Yield our dull souls to it, bending in thrall? "Life after death"--look ahead, weakling spirit-- Sure is the way to a world that is ours. Death is fruition, why then should we fear it? Death--the fruition of life's budding powers.(The end)Helen Leah Reed's poem: Life And Death

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Of all the luckless women ever born, Or ever to be born here on our earth, Most pitied be Cassandra, from her birth Condemned to woes unearned by her. Forlorn, She early read great Ilium's doom, and tried, Clear-eyed, clear-voiced, her countrymen to warn. But--she Apollo's passion in high scorn Had once repelled, and of his injured pride The God for her had bred this punishment,-- That good, or bad, all things she prophesied Though true as truth, should