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    The Path of Dreams Poems
    The Path of Dreams Poems
    The Path of Dreams Poems
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    The Path of Dreams Poems

    By Leigh Gordon Giltner

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 15, 2013
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      The Path of Dreams Poems - Leigh Gordon Giltner

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      Title: The Path of Dreams

      Poems

      Author: Leigh Gordon Giltner

      Release Date: October 25, 2008 [EBook #27024]

      Language: English

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      The Path of Dreams

      POEMS

      BY LEIGH GORDON GILTNER

      Fleming H. Revell Company

      Chicago   :   New York   :   Toronto

      COPYRIGHT 1900

      BY LEIGH GORDON GILTNER

      TO THE MEMORY OF MY MOTHER

      Contents

      To One Who Sleeps

      (Obiit, June 8th, 1894.)

      Tho' storm and summer shine for long have shed

      Or blight or bloom above thy quiet bed,

      Tho' loneliness and longing cry thee dead—

      Thou art not dead, belovèd. Still with me

      Are whilom hopings that encompass thee

      And dreams of dear delights that may not be.

      Asleep—adream perchance, dost thou forget

      The sometime sorrow and the fevered fret,

      Sting of salt tears and long unbreathed regret?

      Liest thou here thro' long sunshiny hours,

      Holding sweet converse with the springing flowers,

      Harking the singing of the warm sweet showers

      That fall like happy tears ... dost hear

      The birds that unafraid assail thine ear—

      And yet art silent when I whisper? Dear,

      Dost thou not hear?

      Lying so low beneath the bending grass

      In long, still smiling tranced for aye—alas!

      Thou dost not harken when my footsteps pass.

      If haply I some tender thing should tell

      Thee of the springtime flowers thou once loved well—

      Anemone and shining asphodel;

      Should steal from Nature some enchanted lay,

      Some bird-song lilted where green branches sway—

      Heart-music that could stir thy heart alway;

      Should call thee by the old fond name again,

      Should tell thee all a heart's enduring pain

      And long rememb'ring, would'st thou mute remain?

      Alas! nor sigh nor song can thrill the ear

      Tuned to Israfel's music in the sphere

      Where things to thee erst dear no more are dear.

      Thou dost not hear!

      THE PATH OF DREAMS

      In Woodland Ways

      Out of the poignant glare, the shadeless heat

      Of summer noon, beseech thee follow me

      Into the dim, dream-haunted secrecy

      The cool, green glooms, the grottoed deep retreat,

      Of yon old wood; down aisles of lichened trees—

      Grey Merlins clasped by lissom Viviens

      Of clinging vine—to cloistered sylvan glens,

      Where Nature weaves her fairest mysteries.

      Here let us rest a little—find surcease

      For feet grown weary of the thridded street

      That echoes ever to the ceaseless beat

      Of human tread;—a brief while know the ease

      Of dreamful rest, to slumb'rous languors stilled

      On Orient rugs of dappled mosses spread

      In nooks where blossom, purple, white and red,

      The flowers Summer's

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