We wondered why he always turned aside
When mirth and gladness filled the brimming days:
Who else so fit as he for pleasure’s ways?
Men thought him frozen by a selfish pride;
But that his voice was music none denied,
Or that his smile was like the sun’s...
Mary Thacher Higginson
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In shining groups, each stem a pearly ray,
Weird flecks of light within the shadowed wood,
They dwell aloof, a spotless sisterhood.
No Angelus, except the wild bird’s lay,
Awakes these forest nuns; yet night and day
Their heads are bent, as if in prayerful... -
The fields were silent, and the woodland drear,
The moon had set, and clouds hid all the stars;
And blindly, when a footfall met my ear,
I reached across the bars.And swift as thought this hand was clasped in thine,
Though darkness hung... -
the ghosts of flowers went sailing
Through the dreamy autumn air,—
The gossamer wings of the milkweed brown,
And the sheeny silk of the thistle-down;
But there was no bewailing,
And never a hint of despair.From the mountain-...