Ina D. Coolbrith Poems

A lark’s song dropped from heaven,
A rose’s breath at noon;
A still, sweet stream that flows and flows
Beneath a still, sweet moon:
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The sea is a molten pearl,
And pearl the fleckless sky’
The firstling leaves unfurl,
And the air is a fragrant sigh.
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Robin sang a song for me
Once upon a day,
Never throat of Robin piped
Bonnier roundelay!
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The green leaves grow and grow,
And the birds build in the trees;
Ah, sweethearts, could I linger, linger,
With soul at ease!
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“What gift hast thou got for Me,
The Crucified for thee? ”
No worthy thing:
Nor song, nor praise, nor tears,
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There are no comrade roses at my window,
No green things in the lane;
Upon the roof no sibilant soft patter-
The lullaby of rain;
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Commencement poem, written for the
University of California, June,1876.

“Into the balm of the clover,
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The green leaves grow and grow,
And the birds build in the trees:
Ah, Sweethearts, could I linger, linger,
With soul at ease!
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(“H. H.”)

What songs found voice upon those lips,
What magic dwelt within the pen,
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Who say these walls are lonely-these-
They may not see the motley throng
That people it, as thick as bees
The scented clover beds among.
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