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Songs
of the Common Day, and Ave!
An
Ode for the Shelley Centenary
by
Charles G.D. Roberts
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THE
WAKING OF EARTH
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WITH
shy bright clamour the live brooks sparkle and run.
Freed flocks confer
about the farmstead ways.
The air's a wine of
dreams and shining haze,
Beaded with bird-notes thin,—for Spring's
begun!
The sap flies upward. Death is over and done. |
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glad earth wakes; the glad light breaks; the days
Grow round, grow
radiant. Praise for the new life! Praise
For bliss of breath and blood beneath the sun!
What
potent wizardry the wise earth wields,
To conjure with a perfume! From bare fields |
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The
sense drinks in a breath of furrow and sod.
And lo, the bound of days and distance yields;
And fetterless the
soul is flown abroad,
Lord of desire and
beauty, like a God! |
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