Oklahoma and Other Poems eBook

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  Again the hours of early joy
    Upon the aged years intrude,
    And dance amid the summer wood
  The golden dreamings of the boy;
  Again the songs of wonder thrill
    The days of life with gladness wild,
  And lofty visions fondly fill
    The longing fancies of the child.

  Enchanted choirs of baby years,
    Sweet dirges from the cradle’s keys,
    The glories of your harmonies
  Impel my secret soul to tears! 
  The roses of my fancies fade
    Into the dust of wicked strife,
  And all the promise boyhood made
    Has proved the desert of my life.

  O, fragrant woods of happy times,
    Fair children of the glowing days,
    How sweet the music of your lays
  Is mingled into fairy chimes! 
  Ye lisp again the songs of yore,
    The stories of my infant years,
  And throw a sweeter cadence o’er
    My hoary sorrows and my tears!


  Angelic theme of ancient lays! 
    By Doric hills, Athenian vales,
  The nations bound thy brows with bays
    And fanned thy cheeks with scented gales;
  While golden lamps illumed thy shrines
    Beside the Tiber and the Po,
    Till anthems thine were taught to flow
  Along the Alps and Appenines.

  The souls of sages and of slaves
    Were faithful servants unto thee,
  Whose rapture soothed the Grecian waves,
    And kissed the islands of the sea;
  And bounding on from strand to strand
    It crossed the coasts and climbed the slopes,
    To place a crown of tender hopes
  Upon the vine-clad Roman land.

  Great empress of that early time,
    Glad ruler of the gentle souls,
  Each year is changed to raptured rhyme
    That o’er thy laughing bosom rolls;
  For cycles as they sink to rest
    So closely guard thy joy and truth,
    That fondness and immortal youth
  Give sweet embraces to thy breast.

  Thou goddess of the Paphian shrine,
    Cytheran queen of Ion’s isle,
  Fair Venus from the land of wine,
    The races love thy dewy smile;
  While silent hills and dewy glades
    Bear praises on each breeze that blows,
    Sweet as the breath of morning rose
  That blossoms in the woodland shades!

  Then crown, O, Love, these later days
    With mystic charms of wondrous bliss,
  That lived when thou wert wreathed with bays,
    And nations hungered for thy kiss! 
  No more thy temples tower above,
    But lives and bosoms hold thee dear;
    Then come with all thy worth of cheer
    And gentleness, O, mighty Love!


  Glad winters on the olden farm! 
    How raptures from those early times
    Commingle into fairy chimes
  Which gently banish cries of harm! 
    My fainting soul finds rest the whiles
  Within the arms of memory,
  And tender scenes of boyish glee
    Transform my sorrows into smiles.

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