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Song To M.l. Post by :JBowery Category :Poems Author :James Russell Lowell Date :November 2010 Read :2696

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Song To M.l.

A lily thou wast when I saw thee first,
A lily-bud not opened quite,
That hourly grew more pure and white,
By morning, and noontide, and evening nursed:
In all of nature thou hadst thy share;
Thou wast waited on
By the wind and sun;
The rain and the dew for thee took care;
It seemed thou never couldst be more fair.

A lily thou wast when I saw thee first,
A lily-bud; but oh, how strange,
How full of wonder was the change,
When, ripe with all sweetness, thy full bloom burst!
How did the tears to my glad eyes start,
When the woman-flower
Reached its blossoming hour,
And I saw the warm deeps of thy golden heart!

Glad death may pluck thee, but never before
The gold dust of thy bloom divine
Hath dropped from thy heart into mine,
To quicken its faint germs of heavenly lore;
For no breeze comes nigh thee but carries away
Some impulses bright
Of fragrance and light,
Which fall upon souls that are lone and astray,
To plant fruitful hopes of the flower of day.

(The end)
James Russell Lowell's poem: Song To M.l.

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A FRAGMENTThick-rushing, like an ocean vast Of bisons the far prairie shaking,The notes crowd heavily and fastAs surfs, one plunging while the last Draws seaward from its foamy breaking.Or in low murmurs they began, Rising and rising momently,As o'er a harp AEolianA fitful breeze, until they ran Up to a sudden ecstasy.And then, like minute-drops of rain Ringing in water silvery,They lingering dropped and dropped again,Till it was almost like a pain To listen when the next would be.(The end)James Russell Lowell's poem: Remembered Music