The Poems of HC Bunner Author:Henry Cuyler Bunner 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: DAPHNIS ERE the spring comes, we will go Where belated lines of snow Lie in wreathlets chilly bright Round the wind-flowers pink and white, Trembling even as ... more »you, my own, In my arms about you thrown ; Where pale sheets of ice like glass Fleck the marshland's greening grass; Where beneath the budding trees Dead leaves wait for April's breeze — Chloe, Chloe, we will wander Hither, thither, here and yonder. Seeing you, the jealous Spring Sure will haste a laggard wing, Though the upland plains are snowy, Though the snow is on the plain — Chloe, Chloe, Chloe, Chloe! But she answers not again. ARCADIA II Chloe, lo! the Spring is here, All the wintry walks are clear; Prismy purple is the air Round the branches brown and bare; Purple are the doubtful dyes Of the clouds in April's skies — Come, and make last Summer stretch Over half a year, and fetch Smells of rose and violet In the barren ways to set. See, the wood remembering misses Sweetness of our last year's kisses. O'er the place where once we kist Falls a vail of rainy mist — Tangled rain-sheets, wreathed and blowy - There is weeping in the rain — Chloe, Chloe, Chloe, Chloe! Ah ! she answers not again I THE HOUR OF SHADOWS' UPON that quiet day that lies Where forest branches screen the skies. The spirit of the eve has laid A deeper and a dreamier shade; And winds that through the tree-tops blow Wake not the silent gloom below. Only the sound of far-off streams, Faint as our dreams of childhood's dreams, Wandering in tangled pathways crost, Like woodland truants strayed and lost, Their faint, complaining echoes roam, Threading the forest toward their home. O brooks, I too have gone astray, And left my comrade on the way — Guide me through aisles where ...« less