Annie Adams Fields Poems

Hunters ever shall ye be,
Seeking what ye cannot see,
Over hill and over dale,
Through the deepest, greenest vale;
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O SINGERS who tell
Of the glory of light, the music of leaves, the voice of the sea;
And poets who chant of the footstep untrammelled and
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ONCE men could walk these roads and hear no sound
Save the sad ocean beating on the shore,
Or song of birds who wait not on the roar
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Who is she? The air replies
What know we of name or fame?
Born out of the unknown skies
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THE sky is clear, the voice is fresh
Of waters beating on the shore,
And nature to my heart her heart
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DROP, falling fruits and crispëd leaves,
Ye ring a note of joy for me:
Through the rough wind my soul sails free,
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A BUNCH of lilacs there by the door;
That and no more!
Delicate, lily-white, like the new snow
Falling below;
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Neither joy nor sorrow move
The figure at the feet of Love;
Light of breathing life is she,
Spirit of immortality.
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STILL in thy love I trust,
Supreme o'er death, since deathless is thy essence;
For, putting off the dust,
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IN the still night,
Pallid with moonlight and unstirred by wind,
The noisy waves fell crashing on the sand,
Saying there will be rain.
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