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RUS IN URBE

POETS are singing the whole world over
Of May in melody, joys for June;
Dusting their feet in the careless clover,

And filling their hearts with the blackbird's tune. The "brown bright nightingale" strikes with pity The sensitive heart of a count or clown;

But where is the song for our leafy city,
And where the rhymes for our lovely town?

"O for the Thames, and its rippling reaches,
Where almond rushes, and breezes sport!
Take me a walk under Burnham Beeches;
Give me a dinner at Hampton Court!"
Poets, be still, though your hearts I harden;
We've flowers by day and have scents at dark,
The limes are in leaf in the cockney garden,
And lilacs blossom in Regent's Park.

"Come for a blow," savs a reckless fellow,
Burned red and brown by passionate sun;
"Come to the downs, where the gorse is yellow;
The season of kisses has just begun!
Come to the fields where bluebells shiver,
Hear cuckoo's carol, or plaint of dove;

Come for a row on the silent river;

Come to the meadows and learn to love!"

Yes, I will come when this wealth is over
Of softened color and perfect tone-
The lilac's better than fields of clover;

I'll come when blossoming May has flown.
When dust and dirt of a trampled city

Have dragged the yellow laburnum down,
I'll take my holiday-more's the pity-
And turn my back upon London town.

Margaret! am I so wrong to love it,

This misty town that your face shines through?

A crown of blossom is waved above it;

But heart and life of the whirl-'tis you!

A White Rose

Margaret! pearl! I have sought and found you;
And, though the paths of the wind are free,
I'll follow the ways of the world around you,
And build my nest on the nearest tree!

MY ROAD

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Clement Scol! [1841-1904

THERE'S a road to heaven, a road to hell,
A road for the sick and one for the well;

There's a road for the false and a road for the true,
But the road for me is the road to you.

There's a road through prairie and forest and glen,
A road to each place in human ken;

There's a road over earth and a road over sea,

But the road to you is the road for me.

There's a road for animal, bird, and beast,

A road for the greatest, a road for the least;
There's a road that is old and a road that is new,
But the road for me is the road to you.

There's a road for the heart and a road for the soul,
There's a road for a part and a road for the whole;
There's a road for love,-which few ever see,-
'Tis the road to you and the road for me.

Oliver Opdyke [1878

A WHITE ROSE

THE red rose whispers of passion,

And the white rose breathes of love;

Oh, the red rose is a falcon,

And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;

For the love that is purest and sweetest

Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

John Boyle O'Reilly [1844-1890]

"SOME DAY OF DAYS"

SOME day, some day of days, threading the street
With idle, heedless pace,

Unlooking for such grace

I shall behold your face!

Some day, some day of days, thus may we meet.

Perchance the sun may shine from skies of May,
Or winter's icy chill

Touch whitely vale and hill.

What matter? I shall thrill

Through every vein with summer on that day.

Once more life's perfect youth will all come back,
And for a moment there

I shall stand fresh and fair,

And drop the garment care;

Once more my perfect youth will nothing lack.

I shut my eyes now, thinking how 'twill be-
How face to face each soul

Will slip its long control,
Forget the dismal dole

Of dreary Fate's dark, separating sea;

And glance to glance, and hand to hand in greeting,

The past with all its fears,

Its silences and tears,

Its lonely, yearning years,

Shall vanish in the moment of that meeting.

Nora Perry [1832-1896]

THE TELEPHONE

"WHEN I was just as far as I could walk

From here to-day,

There was an hour

All still

When leaning with my head against a flower

Where Love Is

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I heard you
talk.

Don't say I didn't, for I heard you say—

You spoke from that flower on the window sill—
Do you remember what it was you said?"

"First tell me what it was you thought you heard."

"Having found the flower and driven a bee away,
I leaned my head,

And holding by the stalk,

I listened and I thought I caught the word-
What was it? Did you call me by my name?
Or did you say—

Someone said 'Come'-I heard it as I bowed."

"I may have thought as much, but not aloud."

"Well, so I came."

Robert Frost [1875

WHERE

WHERE LOVE IS

By the rosy cliffs of Devon, on a green hill's crest,

I would build me a house as a swallow builds its nest;

I would curtain it with roses, and the wind should breathe

to me

The sweetness of the roses and the saltness of the sea.

Where the Tuscan olives whiten in the hot blue day,

I would hide me from the heat in a little hut of gray, While the singing of the husbandmen should scale my lattice green

From the golden rows of barley that the poppies blaze between.

Narrow is the street, Dear, and dingy are the walls
Wherein you wait my coming as the twilight falls.

All day with dreams I gild the grime till at your step I start-
Ah Love, my country in your arms-my home upon your

heart!

Amelia Josephine Burr [1878

THAT DAY YOU CAME

SUCH Special sweetness was about
That day God sent you here,
I knew the lavender was out,
And it was mid of year.

Their common way the great winds blew,
The ships sailed out to sea;
Yet ere that day was spent I knew
Mine own had come to me.

As after song some snatch of tune
Lurks still in grass or bough,
So, somewhat of the end o' June
Lurks in each weather now.

The young year sets the buds astir,
The old year strips the trees;

But ever in my lavender

I hear the brawling bees.

Lizette Woodworth Reese [1856

AMANTIUM IRE

WHEN this, our rose, is faded,
And these, our days, are done,
In lands profoundly shaded
From tempest and from sun:
Ah, once more come together,
Shall we forgive the past,
And safe from worldly weather
Fossess our souls at last?

Or in our place of shadows

Shall still we stretch an hand
To green, remembered meadows.

Of that old pleasant land?

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