H2o in a day
A ray upon the silvery scene of day;
Bring the dark power to my way;
Day is been still at play,
Came the brown delicate waters like a bed,
Shone on my eye and beside my heart,
Glide silently in twinkling light,
In thy soft way my waters run,
Unto the soft brief each secret wind;—
Up the green bed on the waters play,
Steals out her merry voice in water;
Trampled the long blue shadow on my way,
Her soft waters are the play;
Inspired by William Cullen Bryant
She's coming but fading
Every fire of the firmament at night
Heard the full heavens with an open affection
Sometimes on the young and broken smile at play,
Come these soft voices to my English soldiery—
Shines as a glittering smile before thy face.
Bloomed with the cheerful light on the transparent bed;
Ever beside the silent quiet of the south;
Suspends my eye before our imperial work.
Strikes the bright chariot with their twinkling wings,
Called through the glorious earth to an surrender,
Ran through the moonlight with the imperial night:
Her young hand grew to a perpetual smile,
Read thy radiant walls in a perilous waste.
Unto the gentle air, her visible smile,
Inspired by William Cullen Bryant
Remember Her
Shaking the flowers from her way side,
Her white white brow through the summer air.
Her young sweet smile at rest in play,
Smooths my white blossom with earnest way.
Whether the bright world shall leave her play,
A gloom of storm thy blue waters sway.
