Nero CaroZiv Poems
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Hills and dales of ancient land, bleak, barren and glaring
Where my thoughtless, happy hours beguiling childhood strayed,
How the sand with ages of patina on me is warring,
Howl, moan winds of the past above my tufted shade!
No more, gone the days I went out on an April morning
All alone, for my heart was high with the wind sigh
I was a child of the shining meadow, tulips on hill, and willow low in mourning
No cloud on vast blue heaven, just this sapphire eye of the sky.
Now in the windy winter flood of morning in rear
Longing lifted its weight from ...
Dark Winter Days
Dark winter days, dark vapors emerging from the glade gloom
Have oppressed my brain for a long dreary season, then comes a day
Born of the gentle soothing wind, and clears away
From the sick congestive heavens all unseemly stains unwelcome bloom
How anxious I am, a whole anxious month, relieved of its pains,
Yet it takes as a long-lost right the feel of bright May;
My eyelids with the passing coolness of the day play