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Thinking only at long whiles, in summer dusks,
Of hushed paths where hurrying feet have never trodden,
Of cool lanes white in the splendor of the rising moon.
Clifford Franklin Gessler
Poetry, A Magazine of Verse
Of hushed paths where hurrying feet have never trodden,
Of cool lanes white in the splendor of the rising moon.
Clifford Franklin Gessler
Poetry, A Magazine of Verse
INTERPRETED
Now I know why ivy
Climbs against the wall
Striving to be graceful,
Greener and more tall.
Climbs against the wall
Striving to be graceful,
Greener and more tall.
Now I see why swallows
Sweep across the sky
In their swift excitement,
Shrilling as they fly.
Sweep across the sky
In their swift excitement,
Shrilling as they fly.
Now I hear all music says;
The stream's low murmuring.
Now I know why gardens grow
And birds forever sing.
The stream's low murmuring.
Now I know why gardens grow
And birds forever sing.
All of earth and heaven,
God's grandeur, with the rest,
I glimpse in flashing worship
While I lie against your breast.
God's grandeur, with the rest,
I glimpse in flashing worship
While I lie against your breast.
The Boston TranscriptCaroline Giltinan
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