Rose Hawthorne Lathrop Poems

Touch gently, friend, and slow, the violin, So sweet and low,
That my dreaming senses may be beckoned so
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Where spells were wrought he sat alone,
The wizard touching minds of men
Through far-swung avenues of power,
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What shall I say, my friend, my own heart healing,
When for my love you cannot answer me?
This earth would quake, alas! might I but see
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DESPAIR

DEAR, when you see my grave,
Oh, shall you weep?
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Somewhere, somewhere in this heart
There lies a jewel from the sea,
Or from a rock, or from the sand,
Or dropped from heaven wondrously.
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Ill-wrought life we look at as we die!
Mistaken, selfish, meagre, and unmeet;
So graven on the hearts that cruelly
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I.
There was a maiden in a land
Was buried with all honor fine,
For they said she had dared her pulsing life
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I dreamed within a dream the sun was gold;
And as I walked beneath this golden sun,
The world was like a mighty play-room old,
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We are moving on in silence,
Save for rattling iron and steel,
And a skirmish echoing round us,
Showering faintly, peal on peal.
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Here is a world of changing glow,
Where moods roll swiftly far and wide;
Waves sadder than a funeral's pride,
Or bluer than the harebell's blow!
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