Ione; And Other Poems by Don Mark LemonIone; And Other Poems by Don Mark Lemon

Ione; And Other Poems

byDon Mark Lemon

Paperback | February 1, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905. Excerpt: ... Far off the deep-starred western sea, Dyed by unnumbered sunsets bright, Sends back a silver shaft of light To Phoebe o'er the greenwood tree. The gates of morning in the east Are founded by a crystal lake, Wherein a second morn doth break, And light and beauty are increast. The gates of evening sweep the sea And open outward on the deep: Here Day goes forth and balmy Sleep Comes in with spirit company. Sweet land, thy light is on my page; Thy name is like a woman's name--Beloved! And he that dare defame A wrestling spirit shall engage. But 'tis of Bosabell I sing, Chiefly of her, bright land and free; So breathe her name again to me, And I will touch a sweeter string. Of Rosabell--and Theodore! Ah, Muse, forget not his dear name, And with the gold of summer frame This constant pair forevermore. Ere yonder budded tulip sprung, Where sucks the summer-nourished bee A bark lay dancing on the sea, The blue and sunny waves among. The gentle winds that kist its side And bore it to yon silver strand Brought Summer also in the land, And clothed the valleys as a bride. At twilight from this white-winged bark A little maiden stepped ashore And danced along the pebbled floor Of ocean, with eyes all dewy dark. Then upward passed from those moist sands, Her soft eyes closed in balmy rest, The sweetest dreamer at the breast Of Sleep, long waiting with stretched hands. Where is the mother there is home, And quietly through the night she slept, Nor opened her dewy eyes, nor wept That she had crossed the ocean's foam, And breathed no more her native airj Nor smelt the fragrant heliotrope That used to climb her casement ope And turn to her its petals fair. Then morning came with rosy hand And waked her to the Southern change, And all was novel, all was strange:--Ah, so unl...
Title:Ione; And Other PoemsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:54 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.11 inPublished:February 1, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217935885

ISBN - 13:9780217935883