Washington
when dreaming kings, at odds with swift paced time,
Would strike that banner down,
A nobler knight than ever writ or rhyme
With fame’s bright wreath did crown
Through armed hosts bore it till it floated high
Beyond the clouds, a light...
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When sunshine met the wave, For light a thousand wings And color flamed the earth |
Beside her ashen hearth she sate her down, One came to her clad in the robes of May, |
flower of the moon! |
Good-by: nay, do not grieve that it is over— Grieve not,—it is the law. Love will be flying— |
Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,— |
As we the withered ferns Life... |
I Did not think that I should find them there |
Vengeful across the cold November moors, |
They are all gone away, Through broken walls and gray Nor is there one to-day |