Morris Rosenfeld Poems

NOT far from Plevno, but a hundred and fifty
steps away, there is a grave, visible to none.
The place is lonely, lost and lorn ; no wreath lies
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First old Minna, bent and lowly,
Eyes with weeping nearly blind;
Pessyeh-Tsvaitel, slowly, slowly,
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My tailor's shears I scorned then;
I strove for something higher:
To edit news--live by the pen--
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I asked of my Muse, had she any objection
To laughing with me,--not a word for reply!
You see, it is Sfere, our time for dejection,--
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I

The summer is over!
'Tis windy and chilly.
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Within the court, before the judge,
There stand six wretched creatures,
They're lame and weary, one and all,
With pinched and pallid features.
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The free canary warbles
In leafy forest dell:
Who feels what rapture thrills her,
And who her joy can tell?
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In the hills' embraces holden,
In a valley filled with glooms,
Lies a cemetery olden,
Strewn with countless mould'ring tombs.
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When the world was first created
By th' all-wise Eternal One,
Asked he none for help or counsel,--
Simply spake, and it was done!
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A Dream

NIGHT is silent, the moon shines, and the
stars twinkle in the sky. The angel of dreams
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