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fast and far until Some day my ship shall harbor thee! _AS TO THE SUMMER AIR THE ROSE_ As to the summer air the rose Pours forth her perfume all the day, For every careless wind that blows To scatter far away, So gives my heart to thee the rare Fine fragrance of its sweetest thought, And thou art heedless as the air Whereto the rose is naught! AS TO THE SUMMER AIR THE ROSE BY EVELEEN STEYNE READ FOR LIPPER FOX DOORTOG BY CARROW AS TO THE SUMMER AIR THE ROSE POURS FORTH HER PERFUME ALL THE DAY FOR EVERY CARELESS WIND THAT BLOWS TO SCATTER FAR AWAY SO GIVES MY HEART TO THEE THE RARE FINE FRAGRANCE OF ITS SWEETEST THOUGHT AND THOU ART HEEDLESS AS THE AIR WHERETO THE ROSE IS NOUGHT
reakers’ roar, Upon the high cliff evermore Thou standest with bright wings outspread, In all thy fresh-wrought godlihead, Beloved of the conqueror! And as I gaze I seem to trace The features of thy fearless face, The matchless marvel of its grace That like a star Across the seas of Samothrace Shone forth afar; I hear the southern winds intone Whilst backward blown Thy trailing garments, fluttering From out the slender girdle, cling About thy limbs and so confess Their lines of perfect loveliness; Then suddenly o’er everything Great shouts and martial echoes ring! I see thee, storm-like, rushing past Thy hand upon the carven mast, And harken whilst thy proud lips fling The loud, triumphal trumpet blast! O glorious image! what if time Hath smitten with ungentle touch Thy perfect beauty? Still sublime Thou art a conqueror, and still All men unite to name thee such! Before thee all my pulses thrill, Old hopes and dreams awake in me; O Victory, Lead, lead but thou mine eager will, I follow
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