“ What dost thou, here? Dark Death let fall a tear. Why am I here? Oh, heart ungrateful! Will man never know I am his friend, nor ever was his foe? Whose the sweet season, then, if it be not mine? Mine, not the bobolink’s, that song divine Chasing the shadows o’er the flying wheat! ’Tis a dead voice, not his, that sounds so sweet. Whose passionate heart burns in this flaming rose But his, whose passionate heart long since lay still? ”
Clarence Cook
Summary
“Poems”, is a work by Clarence Cook. It explores elements such as the New York Tribune, sheaves and exhale.
Quotes from Poems (Clarence Cook)
“ That laughed as it flew, Love’s pang unheeding. Sky, trees, flowers—the same; but I?— Am I the same boy whose wild heart burning Leapt to one heart in the sweet wild world! Stilled on one bosom its passionate yearning?{46} Silk-soft hair and hazel eyes, Limbs that lightly moved or stood And a heart that beat with a loyal love For all things beautiful, true and good. Follies that flecked this fairest fruit, Sins that spotted this whitest page, Changed without, but the same within, Life’s rose untouched by the frost of age. ”
“ Spurns at the grave, leaps to the welcoming skies, And burns a steadfast star to steadfast eyes.{39}THE YEW TREE TAKE this small slip of sombre yew And lay it on thy breast; There, underneath thy downcast eyes, Let the sad emblem rest— Thy tears may fall upon it. I pulled it from a little tree That just begins to grow— Once only has it seen the sun And only once the snow— Thy tears may rain upon it. The garden where it grew is sad Before all other places, Death’s shadow up and down its walks Forever darkly paces— Thy tears have fallen in it.{40} ”
