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To ---- (i Cannot Write Old Verses Here) Post by :mmoneys Category :Poems Author :George Macdonald Date :January 2011 Read :1881

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To ---- (i Cannot Write Old Verses Here)

I cannot write old verses here,
Dead things a thousand years away,
When all the life of the young year
Is in the summer day.

The roses make the world so sweet,
The bees, the birds have such a tune,
There's such a light and such a heat
And such a joy this June,

One must expand one's heart with praise,
And make the memory secure
Of sunshine and the woodland days
And summer twilights pure.

Oh listen rather! Nature's song
Comes from the waters, beating tides,
Green-margined rivers, and the throng
Of streams on mountain-sides.

So fair those water-spirits are,
Such happy strength their music fills,
Our joy shall be to wander far
And find them on the hills.

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George MacDonald's poem: To ---- (I Cannot Write Old Verses Here)

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