The Australasian/1869/04/17/In the Valley
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In the Valley.
By Henry Kendall.
Said the yellow-haired Spirit of Spring
To the white-footed Spirit of Snow,
"On the wings of the tempest take wing
And leave me the valleys and go."
And straightway the streams were unchained,
And the frost-fettered torrents broke free,
And the strength of the winter-wind waned
In the dawn of a light on the sea.
To the white-footed Spirit of Snow,
"On the wings of the tempest take wing
And leave me the valleys and go."
And straightway the streams were unchained,
And the frost-fettered torrents broke free,
And the strength of the winter-wind waned
In the dawn of a light on the sea.
Then a morning-breeze followed and fell;
And the woods were alive and astir
With the pulse of a song in the dell
And a whisper of day in the fir.
Swift rings of sweet water were rolled
Down the ways where the lily-leaves grew,
And the green and the white and the gold
Were wedded with purple and blue.
And the woods were alive and astir
With the pulse of a song in the dell
And a whisper of day in the fir.
Swift rings of sweet water were rolled
Down the ways where the lily-leaves grew,
And the green and the white and the gold
Were wedded with purple and blue.
But the lips of the flower of the rose
Said, "Where is the ending hereof?
Is it sweet with you, Life, at the close?
Is it sad to be emptied of love?"
And the voice of the flower of the peach
Was tender and touching in tone,
"When each has been grafted on each
It is sorrow to live on alone."
Said, "Where is the ending hereof?
Is it sweet with you, Life, at the close?
Is it sad to be emptied of love?"
And the voice of the flower of the peach
Was tender and touching in tone,
"When each has been grafted on each
It is sorrow to live on alone."
Then the leaves of the flower of the vine
Said, "What will there be in the day
When the reapers are red with my wine
And the forests are yellow and grey?"
And the tremulous flower of the quince
Made answer, "Three seasons ago
My sisters were starlike, but since
Their graves have been made in the snow."
Said, "What will there be in the day
When the reapers are red with my wine
And the forests are yellow and grey?"
And the tremulous flower of the quince
Made answer, "Three seasons ago
My sisters were starlike, but since
Their graves have been made in the snow."
Then the whispering flower of the fern
Said, "Who will be sad at the death,
When summer blows over the burn
With the fierceness of fire in her breath?"
And the mouth of the flower of the sedge
Was opened to murmur and sigh,
"Sweet wind-breaths that pause at the edge
Of the night-fall, and falter, and die."
Said, "Who will be sad at the death,
When summer blows over the burn
With the fierceness of fire in her breath?"
And the mouth of the flower of the sedge
Was opened to murmur and sigh,
"Sweet wind-breaths that pause at the edge
Of the night-fall, and falter, and die."
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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