The birth day of the Christ child dawneth slow Out of the opal east in rosy flame, As if a luminous picture in its frame-- A great cathedral window, toward the sun Lifted a form divine, which still below...
Here the sunshine, filtering down, Through leaves of emerald, dun and brown, Is green instead of golden And the hum and roar of the distant town In an endless hush is holden. ...
Out of the west a voice--a shudder of horror and pity; Quivers along the pulses of all the winds that blow;-- Woe for the fallen queen, for the proud and beautiful city....
"O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay thy atones with fair colours, and lay thy foundations with sapphires. And I will make thy windows of agates, and thy gates of carbuncles, and all thy...
Break dull November skies, and make Sunshine over wood and lake, And fill your cells of frosty air With thousand, thousand welcomes to the Princely pair!...
Moss-grown, and venerable it stands, From the way-side dust and noise aloof, And the great elms stretch their sheltering hands To bless its grey old roof.
Stay yet awhile, oh flowers!--oh wandering grasses, And creeping ferns, and climbing, clinging vines;-- Bend down and cover with lush odorous masses My darling's couch, where he in sleep reclines. ...