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To him you still were fresh and green As when you grew upon the stalk, And many a breezy summer scene Came back  and many a moonlit walk; And there would be a hum of bees, A smell of childhood in the air, And old, fresh feelings cooled the breeze That, like loved fingers, stirred his hair! TO HIM YOU STILL WERE FRESH AND GREEN AS WHEN YOU GREW UPON THE STALK AND MANY A BREEZY SUMMER SCENE CAME BACK AND MANY A MOONLIT WALK AND THERE WOULD BE A HUM OF BEES A SMELL OF CHILDHOOD IN THE AIR AND OLD FRESH FEELINGS COOLED THE BREEZE THAT LIKE LOVED FINGERS STIRRED HIS HAIR
on its breast Than the great, prophetic guest Wherewith it was laden. FANCIES ABOUT A ROSEBUD, PRESSED IN AN OLD COPY OF SPENSER. Who prest you here? The Past can tell, When summer skies were bright above, And some full heart did leap and swell Beneath the white new moon of love. Some Poet, haply, when the world Showed like a calm sea, grand and blue, Ere its cold, inky waves had curled O'er the numb heart once warm and true; When, with his soul brimful of morn, He looked beyond the vale of Time, Nor saw therein the dullard scorn That made his heavenliness a crime; When, musing o'er the Poets olden, His soul did like a sun upstart To shoot its arrows, clear and golden, Through slavery's cold and darksome heart. Alas! too soon the veil is lifted That hangs between the soul and pain, Too soon the morning-red hath drifted Into dull cloud, or fallen in rain! Or were you prest by one who nurst Bleak memories of love gone by, Whose heart, like a star fallen, burst In dark and erring vacancy?  FANCIES ABOUT A ROSEBUD PRESSED IN AN OLD COPY OF SPENCER BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL READ FOR LIVER UXT ORG BY MAGN LARSEN WHO PRESSED YOU HERE THE PAST CAN TELL WHEN SUMMER SKIES WERE BRIGHT ABOVE AND SOME FULL HEART DID LEAP AND SWELL BENEATH THE WHITE NEW MOON OF LOVE SOME POET HAPLY WHEN THE WORLD SHOWED LIKE A CALM SEA GRAND AND BLUE ERE ITS COLD INKY WAVES HAD CURLED O'ER THE NUMB HEART ONCE WARM AND TRUE WHEN WITH HIS SOUL BRIMFUL OF MORN HE LOOKED BEYOND THE VALE OF TIME NOR SAW THEREIN THE DULLERED SCORN THAT MADE HIS HEAVENLINESS A CRIME WHEN MUSING O'ER THE POETS OLDEN HIS SOUL DID LIKE A SUN UPSTART TO SHOOT ITS ARROWS CLEAR AND GOLDEN THROUGH SLAVERY'S COLD AND DARKSOME HEART ALAS TOO SOON THE VEIL IS LIFTED THAT HANGS BETWEEN THE SOUL AND PAIN TOO SOON THE MORNING RED HATH DRIFTED INTO DULL CLOUD OR FALLEN IN RAIN OR WERE YOU PRESSED BY ONE WHO NURSED BLEAK MEMORIES OF LOVE GONE BY WHOSE HEART LIKE A STAR FALLEN BURST IN DARK AND ERRING VACANCY
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