The Snowflake and Other Poems (Classic Reprint) - Softcover

Weir, Arthur

9781330923825: The Snowflake and Other Poems (Classic Reprint)

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ISBN 10: 1330923820 ISBN 13: 9781330923825

Verlag: Forgotten Books, 2018

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And I would sigh in the depths of sky And die in distant lands.

But who can prove to the plea of love, Unyielding and unkind 7' At love's low call we hasten all, Like leaves at the voice of wind. And ere the moon at the night's high noon Had twelve times orbed grown, My heart was stirred at a whispered word, My soul was not mine own. My lover was fair as the balmy air That follows after storm, When the careless sea, with a song of glee, Trips over the shallows warm. He was the first through the gloom that burst To bring the dawn to me, And he was the last from my sight that passed When darkness walked the sea. One shimmering day, as asleep I lay Upon the tide-worn sand, He stole apart, with an eager heart, From all the sunny band. He came to me, as I lay thought free, And bent my couch above, And while I slumbered, with words unnumbered, He pleaded for my love; Then as I woke at the words he spoke, And rising turned to ﬂee, I was closely pressed to his ardent breast, And kisses were rained on me.

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Excerpt from The Snowflake and Other Poems

And I would sigh in the depths of sky And die in distant lands.

But who can prove to the plea of love, Unyielding and unkind 7' At love's low call we hasten all, Like leaves at the voice of wind. And ere the moon at the night's high noon Had twelve times orbed grown, My heart was stirred at a whispered word, My soul was not mine own. My lover was fair as the balmy air That follows after storm, When the careless sea, with a song of glee, Trips over the shallows warm. He was the first through the gloom that burst To bring the dawn to me, And he was the last from my sight that passed When darkness walked the sea. One shimmering day, as asleep I lay Upon the tide-worn sand, He stole apart, with an eager heart, From all the sunny band. He came to me, as I lay thought free, And bent my couch above, And while I slumbered, with words unnumbered, He pleaded for my love; Then as I woke at the words he spoke, And rising turned to flee, I was closely pressed to his ardent breast, And kisses were rained on me.

About the Publisher

Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Excerpt from The Snowflake and Other Poems

The Snowflake.

Fierce Neptune's daughter, beneath the water,
In grottoes cool dwelt I,
And, laughing, hid in the seashell's lid,
As fishes arrowed by.
My feet were free to the undersea;
I played amidst its gloom,
And in the deep where the mermaids weep
Above the hero's tomb,
Where the sea snake strips dainty maiden lips
Of kisses once so warm,
And the lifeless child, by the eddies wild,
Is torn from the mother's arm.
The foam-browed billow my head would pillow
Upon its bosom fair,
While the restless sweep of the moon-led deep
Would drift us here and there.
I oft would float in the dainty boat
The Nautilus oared for me,
Out, far, far out, where a noisy rout
Of breakers leapt in glee;
Or further urge to the world's dim verge,
Where heaven meets the wave,
And the seagull's wing was the only thing
To follow us was brave.

About the Publisher

Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.