Annie Adams Fields Poems

O SORROW! thou that cuttest down the plant
Of this world's promise close to the very root,
Give us, for lo thou canst! the thing we want, -
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HALF faint with toil from morn to set of sun,
I watched the shadows creep
Up with slow footstep, when the day was done,
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O BIRD of God! Unto the saint
Thou stretchest out thy wing:
Strong in thy strength he will not faint,
But, ever rising, sing.
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AY! Unto thee belong
The pipe and song,
Theocritus,—
Loved by the satyr and the faun!
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THE tide ran low, ran very low, ran out;
Autumn had settled down upon the land;
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AFAR! afar! the rosy sails are far,
And far sound all the voices of the world;
Tenderly hither bends the evening star,
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Beloved, when I saw thee sleeping there,
And watched the tender curving of thy mouth,
The cheek, our home of kisses, the soft hair,
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THE shepherd climbed the hill through dark and light,
And on and on he went,
Higher and higher still,
Seeking a pasture hidden in the height.
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WHEN the breath of autumn comes
First, to say the summer's done,
When the birds their leafy homes
Rifle of the seed and cone,
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DEAR fading eyes! wherefrom the fading sight
Falls like the sunset of a falling day,
But leaves no hope that morning's footstep light
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