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_A LITTLE LOVE SONG_ My heart was like a sunless, cold, Unlovely land of ice and snow, Wherein no blessed buds unfold, Nor singing waters flow. BY SILVESTER LAND MY HEART WAS LIKE A SUNLESS COLD UNLOVELY LAND OF ICE AND SNOW WHEREIN NO BLESSED BUDS UNFOLD NOR SINGING WATERS FLOW
night-wind as it blows Seems to chant a solemn requiem For the passing soul’s repose. Head of royal Montezuma, So the ancient legends tell; Montezuma, granite shrouded By some great enchanter’s spell, Lying lordly by the borders Of the land he loved so well. But in silence unrevealing Still that calm face fronts the sky; Heeding neither tears nor laughter, Nor if sun or storm go by; Keeping still its primal counsel, In repose, serene and high. _BETWEEN SEASONS_ The cherry trees are haunted By hordes of robber jays, And warmer winds are fanning The poppies to a blaze. And loosed in fitful flurries, The sweet syringas fall, To lie like little snow-drifts Against the garden wall. Upon the laden lattice, In softly rounding shapes, A wealth of tiny clusters Are growing into grapes. Heigho! a drowsy shimmer Enfolds the sunny hours; And humming-birds are hidden In scarlet trumpet-flowers. The tenderness of springtime Is almost overpast; But O, the gracious summer, It comes, it comes at last!   A LITTLE LOVE SONG BY EVELING STEYNE READ FOR LIVER VOXTY ORG 
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