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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. 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
 minister to you. I hold most dear Whatever least thing brings you smallest cheer; And, day by day, my ceaseless prayer is this, That from the changeful, many-colored grace Of time and place, Your grief may come to weave a chrysalis Round its dead hopes, till waking, by and by, It shall find wings to bear it to the sky. —But, dear,—God knows I would not do you wrong, Nor touch one heart-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! RIGHTLY TOO ALL LIGHT AND LIFE THAT MINISTER TO YOU I HOLD MOST DEAR WHATEVER THESE THINGS BRINGS YOU SMALLEST CHEER AND DAY BY DAY MY CEASELESS PRAYER IS THIS THAT FROM THE CHANGEFUL MANY COLORED GRACE OF TIME AND PLACE YOUR GRIEF MAY COME TO WEAVE A CHRYSALIS ROUND ITS DEAD HOPES TILL WAKING BY AND BY THEY SHALL FIND WINGS TO BEAR IT TO THE SKY BUT DEAR GOD KNOWS I WOULD 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
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