large/11091/among_the_trees_again_1609_librivox_64kb_mp3/trees_12_stein_64kb_3
large/11091/among_the_trees_again_1609_librivox_64kb_mp3/trees_12_stein_64kb
English
11091
But what avail in striving to compare Earth's endless beauties, whether east or west! BUT WHAT AVAIL IN STRIVING TO COMPARE EARTH'S ENDLESS BEAUTIES WHETHER EAST OR WEST
art-string if it be not strong,— But O, so long, So long it seems! You have been gone so long! The feather-grass is growing green and high, And, piping gaily in an azure throng, The bluebirds spangle all the air with song; Again aflame the rosy peach boughs burn; —Can not you, too, return? On slender stems the nodding wind-flowers blow, And bloodroots grow Where high the hedges fling their lacing frets Along the lanes; while, softly sifting through Tall plumy weeds and silver spider-nets, The yellow sunbeams filter down below Until I know Not any fair Italian sky is blue As is our earth to-day with violets! Nor do I think that even that Syrian sun You watched ride high above Damascus’ towers, In purer light or richer splendor glowed Than any one Of these most lovely golden dawns of ours That wake the birds along the river road. The green ravines are newly fringed with fern; From out the brake a robin red-breast calls; The stream repeats, at rippling intervals, “Can you not now return?” D NOT DO YOU WRONG NOR TOUCH ONE HEART STRING IF IT NOT BE STRONG BUT OH SO LONG SO LONG IT SEEMS YOU HAVE BEEN GONE SO LONG THE FEATHER GRASS IS GROWING GREEN AND HIGH AND PIPING GAILY IN AN AZURE THRONG THE BLUEBIRDS SPANGLE ALL THE AIR WITH SONG AGAIN AFLAME THE ROSY PEACH BOWS BURN CANNOT YOU TOO RETURN ON SLENDER STEMS THE NODDING WINDFLOWERS BLOW AND BLOOD ROOTS GROW WHERE HIGH THE HEDGES FLING THEIR LACING FRETS ALONG THE LANES WHILE SOFTLY SIFTING THROUGH TALL PLUMY WEEDS AND SILVER SPIDER NETS THE YELLOW SUNBEAMS FILTER DOWN BELOW UNTIL I KNOW NOT ANY FAIR ITALIAN SKY IS BLUE AS IS OUR EARTH TO DAY WITH VIOLET NOR DO I THINK THAT EVEN THAT SYRIAN SUN YOU WATCH RIGHT HIGH ABOVE DAMASCUS TOWER IN PURER LIGHT OR RICHER SPLENDOUR GLOWED THAN ANY ONE OF THESE MOST LOVELY GOLDEN DAWNS OF OURS THAT WAKE THE BIRDS ALONG THE RIVER ROAD THE GREEN RAVINES ARE NEWLY FRINGED WITH FERN FROM OUT THE BRAKE A ROBIN REDBREAST CALLS THE STREAM REPEATS AT RIPPLING INTERVALS CAN YOU NOT NOW RETURN
large/11091/among_the_trees_again_1609_librivox_64kb_mp3/trees_12_stein_64kb
file
download/librilight/large/11091/among_the_trees_again_1609_librivox_64kb_mp3/trees_12_stein_64kb.flac