Charles Hanson Towne Poems

April, when I heard
Your lyrical low word,
And when upon the hawthorn hedge your first white blossoms stirred,
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When Spring, with blossom-haunted lanes,
With sudden gusts of rippling rains,
Came dancing down the glad young year,
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Pale ruler of the heavens, with lavish hands,
The spendthrift Moon arose,
And spilt her silver out across the land,
Alike on friends and foes.
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How silently the years in long procession,
Come gliding down the corridors of Time to us!
O quietly they come and take possesion
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When one had gone away
To join the quiet dead,
Bleak, bleak for me the day,
And dark the clouds o'erhead.
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There is so much that you can give to me--
I cannot bring you anything at all,
Save worship and the little, tender words
My lips let fall.
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Now at the grave of summer stands
A priest, in purple vestments stoled,
And through the hills, his lifted hands,
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I heard the voice of the city,
Calling again and again,
And into her arms there hastened
Million and millions of men.
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There are things, I know, that are sad and strange,
As the world swings round in the old-time way;
O Life is the same, though the seasons change,
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Eulenspiegel, merry lad,
What a laughing life you had!
Prank and jest were yours by right
Or at noontime or at night,
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