“ YOU love the chant of green, The low-voiced trees, the meadow’s monotone. O friend of mine, it is for these you pray. This alien land must call unheard, unseen, While one beloved note your heart has known, To hunger for it, half a world away. Come with me to my height, And stand at sunset when the winds are still, Watching the hollow valleys brim with light, The red and brown and yellow hills—they shout, And on the shoulders of the marching host The bayonets are gleaming points of white. ”
Quotes by Nora May French
“ With yellow light aglow from hill to hill. Sometimes the echoes startle with my singing; Sometimes a bird the heavy silence fills, And always I can hear them ringing, ringing, My mocking bells, my Bells from over the Hills. Sweetly, faintly ring they, cruel ring they: “Captive in your prison hear us call!” Message from a life of action bring they, Life beyond these hills more sweet than all. Would that I could heed their call and follow, Waking while this drowsy valley sleeps, Follow Fortune over hill and hollow, Wrest from her the treasures that she keeps! ”
“ My eyes are faithful, grieving with your grief; And if the year itself could grow not old, Could stand at waking sap and budding leaf, An April heart might keep its first unrest, An April love the petals of its spring. When all the birds are silent in my breast, How can I answer when you bid me sing? The autumn hills are brown: you will not see. The saddened woodland speaks, and finds you strange. Ah, dear one, all my world is kin to me, And with the swerving days I change, I change. ”
