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O FRESH, how fresh and fair
Through the crystal gulfs of air,
The fairy South Wind floateth on her subtle wings of balm!
And the green earth lapped in bliss,
To the magic of her kiss
Seems yearning upward fondly through the golden- crested calm!

The Reward Of Song

© Alfred Noyes

_Why do we make our music?_

Oh, blind dark strings reply:

The Humane Mikado

© William Schwenck Gilbert

A more humane Mikado never

Did in Japan exist;

The Shepherds Calendar - December-Christmass

© John Clare

Christmass is come and every hearth
Makes room to give him welcome now
Een want will dry its tears in mirth
And crown him wi a holly bough

In Memory Of John And Robert Ware

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

No mystic charm, no mortal art,
Can bid our loved companions stay;
The bands that clasp them to our heart
Snap in death's frost and fall apart;
Like shadows fading with the day,
They pass away.

Bells Beyond the Forest

© Henry Kendall

Wild-eyed woodlands, here I rest me, underneath the gaunt and ghastly trees;

Underneath fantastic-fronted caverns crammed with many a muffled breeze.

On The Plaza

© Bliss William Carman

One August day I sat beside
A café window open wide
To let the shower-fresh ened air
Blow in across the Plaza, where

The Song Of Hiawatha IV: Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Out of childhood into manhood

Now had grown my Hiawatha,

The Hotel

© Harriet Monroe

The long resounding marble corridors, the

shining parlors with shining women in

The Shepherd Of King Admetus

© James Russell Lowell

There came a youth upon the earth,
Some thousand years ago,
Whose slender hands were nothing worth,
Whether to plow, to reap, or sow.

The Lady Of La Garaye - Dedication

© Caroline Norton

FRIEND of old days, of suffering, storm, and strife,
Patient and kind through many a wild appeal;
In the arena of thy brilliant life
Never too busy or too cold to feel:

The Stealing Of The Mare - V

Said the Narrator:
And when the maidens and Alia had made an end of their talking, and they had said to her, ``Fear not, we are with thee, and of nothing of our souls will we be niggardly for thy sake, and all that thou hast done that too would we have done; and one such as is this knight were more worthy our possessing than all else in the world, for he is without guile and without blemish;--then Alia, hearing this, her heart was quieted, and she arose full of joy, and bent down and kissed the hands of Abu Zeyd. And all the damsels in like manner kissed his hands. And they undid their veils before him to the right and to the left. And Alia bade them bring meats in dishes, and the damsels brought them. And the servants and they rejoiced and were glad together. And when their meal was ended they brought wine and drank of it, and made merry until night fell on them. And they sang psalms and canticles, and played on instruments of music, nor did they leave their merriment for twenty nights, so that Abu Zeyd forgot his people, and it was to him as to one who had been born among them, nor cared he for aught that should happen in the land of Helal. But on the twenty and first night he remembered where he was, and how he had come thither, and the story of the ancient dame who had sought him and the pledge he had given her to obtain for her that which she desired. And tears came to his eyes and flowed down upon his beard. And when Alia saw this she arose and asked him why he wept. And he said, ``I have been remembering my people, and those that are dear to me afar and the business that I came on.'' And she said, ``Wait only till it be dark.'' And he waited until the night came. And she arose and fetched the keys and delivered to him the mare. And she brought him change of raiment and a skin of dates and butter and bread. And she said, ``Take me also with thee with the mare, and leave me not to suffer blame.'' And she clung to his stirrup. But he swore an oath to her that he would return and protect her from her father. And she let go the stirrup. And in that guise he left her, and they were both weeping. And Alia turned from him with weeping eyes, and lamented grievously at their parting. And he went his way through the desert, while she remained in her sorrow. And she sat upon the ground with the daughters of the great ones, and they burst forth all in lamentations and tears.
Then singeth again the Narrator:

Para El Zenzontle Impavido

Mas ya el sueño me vence… El zenzontle prolonga
su confesión melódica frente a las potestades
enemigas, y corto aqui mi panegírico
para el zenzontle impávido, virgen y confesor.