Alice Cary Poems

Talk to my heart, oh winds -
Talk to my heart to-night;
My spirit always finds
With you a new delight,
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No glittering chaplet brought from other lands!
As in his life, this man, in death, is ours;
His own loved prairies o'er his 'gaunt, gnarled hands,'
Have fitly drawn their sheet of summer flowers!
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As white as the moonlight that fell at her feet
She stood, but for blushes, as many and sweet
As the tops of the blossoms that grew in the wheat,
And softly caressed me -
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Emily Mayfield all the day
Sits and rocks her cradle alone,
And never a neighbor comes to say
How pretty little Cyrus has grown.
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Among the beautiful pictures
That hang on Memory's wall,
Is one of a dim old forest,
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Three men that three gray mules bestrode
Went riding through a lonesome road -
Dust from the largest to the least
Up to the fetlock of each beast.
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Her casement like a watchful eye
From the face of the wall looks down,
Lashed round with ivy vines so dry,
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OH, sweet was the eve when I came from the mill,
Adown the green windings of Mulberry hill:
My heart like a bird with his throat all in tune,
That sings in the beautiful bosom of June.
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My house is low and small,
But behind a row of trees,
I catch the golden fall
Of the sunset in the seas;
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Come, thou of the drooping eyelid,
And cheek that is meekly pale,
Give over thy pensive musing
And list to a lonesome tale;
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