Frank Dempster Sherman Poems

At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.
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My heart was winter-bound until
   I heard you sing;
O voice of Love, hush not, but fill
   My life with Spring!
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Bees don't care about the snow;
I can tell you why that's so:
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Give me the room whose every nook
Is dedicated to a book:
Two windows will suffice for air
And grant the light admission there,—
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When I spin round without a stop
And keep my balance like the top,
I find that soon the floor will swim
Before my eyes; and then, like him,
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Little drop of dew,
Like a gem you are;
I believe that you
Must have been a star.
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When pale Selene in her crescent boat
Sails down into the margin of the West
Through shoals of stars that twinkle in unrest,
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See, yonder, the belfry tower
That gleams in the moon’s pale light;
Or is it a ghostly flower
That dreams in the silent night?
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Down in a garden olden,—
Just where, I do not know,—
A buttercup all golden
Chanced near a rose to grow;
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ALL up and down in shadow-town
The shadow children go;
In every street you ’re sure to meet
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