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[KINDLE] ❆ Poems ❤ John B. Tabb – 12th-century.co Purchase of this book includes free trial access to wwwmillion bookscom where you can read than a million books for free This is an OCR edition with typos Excerpt from book THE VOYAGERS THE Spring in Purchase of this book includes free trial access to wwwmillion bookscom where you can read than a million books for free This is an OCR edition with typos Excerpt from book THE VOYAGERS THE Spring in festival array From Death to Life from Night to Day Came floating o'er the main; And now with banners brave and bright From Life to Death from Day to Night The Autumn drifts again THE SWALLOW SKIM o'er the tide And from thy pinions fling The sparkling water drops Sweet child of spring Bathe in the dying sunshine warm and bright Till ebbs the last receding wave of light Swift glides the hour But what its flig.

Ht to thee ? Thine own is fleeter far; E'en now to me Thou seem'st upon futurity anon To beckon thence the tardy present on The eye in vain Pursues with Subtle glance Thy dim delirious course Through heaven's expanse Vanished thy form upon the wings of thought Ere yet its place the lagging vision caught Again thou'rt here A slanting arrow sent From yon fair tinted bow In promise bent; As when erewhile the gentle bird of love Poised her white wing the new born land aboveA seeming shade Scarce palpable in form Yet thine alas the change Of calm and storm The veering passions of my stronger soul Alike the th.

poems book Poems PDF/EPUBHt to thee ? Thine own is fleeter far; E'en now to me Thou seem'st upon futurity anon To beckon thence the tardy present on The eye in vain Pursues with Subtle glance Thy dim delirious course Through heaven's expanse Vanished thy form upon the wings of thought Ere yet its place the lagging vision caught Again thou'rt here A slanting arrow sent From yon fair tinted bow In promise bent; As when erewhile the gentle bird of love Poised her white wing the new born land aboveA seeming shade Scarce palpable in form Yet thine alas the change Of calm and storm The veering passions of my stronger soul Alike the th.

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