Poet Lore, 1897, Vol. 9

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Excerpt from Poet Lore, 1897, Vol. 9: A Magazine of LettersWith the gladness of one who for militant months has been sad.Then for days, In the warm noon haze, In the freshness of morning or spirit - still mood of the night, My delight Was wordless and deep, was a benison straight from my God, For the sky and the sod Were marvels and living a joy and dun winter a myth, But therewith Crept a change, no swift spasm of nature, no death Of brightness and beauty, but soberer drawing of breath That follows on rapture no pall Of sorrow, but splendid and bounteous Fall, Whose veil is soft silver, who heralds a festival Of harvests and hopes and desires, Around whose fires Dance satyrs and nymphs and young Bacchus, the jocund, whose shapes Are purply with time-mists and grapes.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis 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.