Emma Alice Browne Poems

O weary heart of mine,
Keep still, and make no sign!
The world hath learned a newer joy-
A sweeter song than thine!
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We measured the riotous baby
Against the cottage wall:
A lily grew at the threshold,
And the boy was just so tall;
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While the wild north hills are reddening
In the sunset's fiery glow,
And along the dreary moorlands,
Shine the stormy drifts of snow,
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Thro' moss, and bracken, and purple bloom,
With a glitter of gorses here and there,
Shoulder deep in the dewy bloom,
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Purple shafts of sunset fire
Glory-crown the passionate sea,
Throbbing with a fierce desire
For the blue immensity.
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In Memoriam, 1857.

My Father! Orphan lips unknown
To love's sweet uses sob the word
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With leagues of wasteful water ringed about,
And wrapped in sheeted foam from base to peak,
A sheer, stupendous monolith, wrought out
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Last night I walked in happy dreams,
The paths I used to know;
I heard a sound of running streams,
And saw the violets blow;
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The rain is the loudest and wildest
Of rains that ever fell;
And the winds like an army of chanters
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I remember the dear little cabin
That stood by the weather-brown mill,
And the beautiful wavelets of sunshine
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