James Reynolds Withers

Poems Upon Various Subjects (Volume 1) James Reynolds Withers

Publisher Marketing: Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: TO THE AIR. Ye balmy zephyrs softly stealing, Summer's burning fever healing, Oh! tell me as ye play, Where ye go and what ye do, What shady woods ye wander through, And where ye wanton stray ? We've been far away on the western main, Bringing the bark to port again; Gently cooling the seaman's brow, As he look'd for the land at the vessel's prow. We have stray'd away over clover fields, And brought you the sweets the flowret yields; We've softly stole through the woodbine bower, And wafted the scent in the evening hour, And have play'd round the cot where the wallflowers bloom, Shedding their breath round the sick man's room, And fanning the locks of unbound hair Of one who watch'd by the window there: We've scatter'd the bloom of the wild white rose, And have shaken the dew from the pendant boughs; We've drawn back the curtains of mist that hung O'er the sleeping woods, while the day was young We've roll'd back the clouds from the God of day, And have stoien perfume from the fragrant May; We've dried the tear in the daisy's eye, And the cowslips have bow'd as we pass'd them by; We've stray'd through the shades where the primrose dwells, And have tinkled the foxglove's fairy bells: We bring to the ear the hum of the bees, And melody wake in the sighing trees. The peaceful chimes of the Sabbath morn, And the echoing sounds of the huntsman's horn, And eveiy sound to mem'ry dear, We bring and pour on the list'ning ear. TO THE GALES. Ye gentle gales of spring, I love ye well, So softly, balmy breathing o'er the earth, Shaking the trembling snowdrop's pensive head; Chasing the April clouds along the sky, Whose shadows flit across the yonng green blade. Ye summer breezes, when the sun's fierce rays Ha...