Morris Rosenfeld Poems

O long the way and short the day,
No light in tower or town,
The waters roar and far the shore--
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Come, beneath yon verdant branches,
Come, my own, with me!
Come, and there my soul will open
Secret doors to thee.
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IN the azure aerial ocean the silver clouds
hover; stars twinkle, stars are merry, but the
moon is pale and silent.
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No, not from tuning-forks of gold
Take I my key for singing;
From Upper Seats no order bold
Can set my music ringing;
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Once again my songs I sing thee,
Now the spell is broken;
Brothers, yet again I bring thee
Songs of love the token.
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Work with might and main,
Or with hand and heart,
Work with soul and brain,
Or with holy art,
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Written today, and read today,
And stale the news tomorrow!--
Upon the sands I build... I _play!_
I play, and weep in sorrow:
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Little candles glistening,
Telling those are listening
Legends manifold,
Many a little story,
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The wind is keen, the frost is dread,
Toward the icy water,
By aunt and mother forth is led
The fisher's lovely daughter.
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May has come from out the showers,
Sun and splendor in her train.
All the grasses and the flowers
Waken up to life again.
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