Joseph Seamon Cotter Poems

A thousand years of darkness in her face,
She turns at last from out the centurys' blight
Of labored moan and dull oppression's might,
To slowly mount the rugged path and trace
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Why do men smile when I speak,
And call my speech
The whimperings of a babe
That cries but knows not what it wants?
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There is naught in the pathless reach
Of the pale, blue sky above,
There is naught that the stars tell, each to each,
As over the heavens they rove;
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On such a day as this I think,
On such a day as this,
When earth and sky and nature's whole
Are clad in April's bliss;
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And Thou art One--One with th' eternal hills,
And with the flaming stars, and with the moon,
Translucent, cold. The sentinel of noon
That clothes the sky in robes of light and fills
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Peace to his ashes!
I cannot for the soul of me
Sorrowing bow,
Tho I search through the heart of me
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The slender moon in its silvery sheen,
The golden stars with the blue between
Of a dreamy, summer sky;
And still the night winds sigh.
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The burnished glow of the old-gold moon
Shines brightly over me.
A thousand stars, like a thousand isles
In a dark and placid sea,
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