A Handful Of Lavender Author:Lizette Woodworth Reese 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: SUNRISE ||HE east is yellow as a daffodil. Three steeples — three stark swarthy arms — are thrust Up from the town. The gnarled poplars thrill Down the lo... more »ng street in some keen salty gust — Straight from the sea and all the sailing ships — Turn white, black, white again, with noises sweet And swift. Back to the night the last star slips. High up the air is motionless, a sheet Of light. The east grows yellower apace, And trembles : then, once more, and suddenly, The salt wind blows, and in that moment's space Flame roofs, and poplar-tops, and steeples three; From out the mist that wraps the river-ways, The little boats, like torches, start ablaze. Keats KEATS LUTING and singing, with young locks aflow, This lad, forsooth, down the long years should pass, With scent of blooms, with daffodils arow, Lighting their candles in the April grass. Ah, 't is not thus he conies to us, but sweet With youth and sorrows! When we speak his name, Lo, the old house in the old foreign street, His broken voice lamenting that his fame (Alack, he knew not!) passing fleet would be ! He grieves us with his melancholy eyes. Yet are all weathers sweeter for that he Did sing. Deep in the Roman dust he lies. How since he died the century hath sped! — And they that mocked him, yea, they too are dead. A THOUGHT OF MAY j|LL that long, mad March day, in the dull town, I had a thought of May — alas, alas ! The dogwood boughs made whiteness up and down j The daffodils were burning in the grass; And there were bees astir in lane and street, And scent of lilacs blowing tall and lush ; While hey, the wind, that pitched its voice so sweet, It seemed an angel talked behind each bush! The west grew very golden, roofs turned black. I s...« less