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And yet so soft, so sweet, so low,
Making its waters meet,
For the moon's silver feet,
May toss and seem uneaseful,
With guidance sure and peaceful,
Of bisons the far prairie shaking,
Draws seaward from its foamy breaking.
Rising and rising momently,
Up to a sudden ecstasy.
Ringing in water silverly,
A LILY thou wast when I saw thee first,
A lily-bud not opened quite,
That hourly grew more pure and white,
Thou wast waited on
By the wind and sun;
A lily thou wast when I saw thee first,
A lily-bud; but , how strange,
How full of wonder was the change, When, ripe with all sweetness, thy full bloom burst! How did the tears to my glad eyes start,
When the woman-flower
Reached its blossoming hour,
The gold dust of thy bloom divine
Hath dropped from thy heart into mine,
Some impulses bright
Of fragrance and light,
I would more natures were like thina,
That never casts a glance before,.--Thou Hebe, who thy heart's bright wine
So lavishly to all dost pour, That we who drink forget to pine,
And can but dream of bliss in store. Thou canst not see a shade in life ;
With sunward instinct thou dost rise,
Gazest undazzled at the skies,
A songful lark with eagle's eyes.
Nursed, laughing, with the milk of Mirth
Hath ruled thy nature from its birth, As if thy natal stars were flowers
That shook their seeds round thee on earth. And thou, to lull thine infant rest,
Wast cradled like an Indian child ; All pleasant winds from south and west
With lullabies thine ears beguiled, Rocking thee in thine oriole's nest,
Till Nature looked at thee and smiled
Thine every fancy seems to borrow
A sunlight from thy childish years, Making a golden cloud of sorrow,
A hope-lit rainbow out of tears,— Thy heart is certain of to-morrow,
Though 'yond to-day it never peers.
So innocently wild and free,
Like sunny wavelets in the sea,
In gazing on the brilliancy.
Into the sunshine,
Full of the light,
From morn till night!
Whiter than snow,
When the winds blow!
Rushing in spray,
Happy by day!
Blithesome and cheery,
Never aweary ;--
Still seeming best,
Motion thy rest;
Nothing can tame,
Ever the same;-