SELECTIONS FROM THE LATER POETRY Lyrics Songs of Nature Love Songs Songs of Life's Pilgrimage Songs of Patriotism BLUE SQUILLS How many million Aprils came How white a cherry bough could be, And many a dancing April When life is done with me, Will lift the blue flame of the flower Oh burn me with your beauty, then, Oh hurt me, tree and flower, Lest in the end death try to take O shaken flowers, O shimmering trees, Wound me, that I, through endless sleep, May bear the scar of you. THE MAY-TREE THE May-tree on the hill So fragrant and so still, Sara Teasdale. 8 12 16 That, stealing from the wood In that sweet air, You'd think Diana stood Before you there. If it be so, her bloom Trembles with bliss. She waits across the gloom Touch her. A bird will start From those pure snows,- 8 12 16 Alfred Noyes. MAY IS BUILDING HER HOUSE MAY is building her house. With apple blooms And, spinning all day at her secret looms, With echoes and dreams, And singing of streams. May is building her house. Of petal and blade, Of the roots of the oak, is the flooring made, 10 With a carpet of mosses and lichen and clover, Each small miracle over and over, And tender, traveling green things strayed. Her windows, the morning and evening star, Of fair things blowing, The thresholds of the four winds are. May is building her house. From the dust of things She is making the songs and the flowers From October's tossed and trodden gold She is making all the summer sweet, 20 And the brown leaves spurned of November's feet She is changing back again to spring's. Richard Le Gallienne. TREES I THINK that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest |