Henry Timrod Poems
|81.||A Year's Courtship||1/1/2004|
|84.||The Unknown Dead||1/1/2004|
|86.||A Common Thought||1/1/2004|
|87.||A Cry To Arms||1/1/2004|
|89.||Youth And Manhood||1/1/2004|
|90.||A Rhapsody Of A Southern Winter Night||1/1/2004|
|91.||A Dedication - To K.S.G.||1/1/2004|
|92.||A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter||1/1/2004|
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A Rhapsody Of A Southern Winter Night
Oh! dost thou flatter falsely, Hope?
The day hath scarcely passed that saw thy birth,
Yet thy white wings are plumed to all their scope,
And hour by hour thine eyes have gathered light,
And grown so large and bright,
That my whole future life unfolds what seems,
Beneath their gentle beams,
A path that leads athwart some guiltless earth,
To which a star is dropping from the night!
Not many moons ago,
But when these leafless beds were all aglow
With summer's dearest treasures, I
Was reading in this lonely garden-nook;
A July noon was ...
She came with April blooms and showers;
We count her little life by flowers.
As buds the rose upon her cheek,
We choose a flower for every week.
A week of hyacinths, we say,
And one of heart's-ease, ushered May;
And then because two wishes met
Upon the rose and violet --
I liked the Beauty, Kate, the Nun --