Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
206 Oh! what a change came o'er the world; The winds, that cut like naked swords, Shed balm upon the wounds they made; And they who came the first to aid The foray of grim Winter's hordes The flag of truce unfurled. Oh! how the song of joy, the sound Of rapture thrills the leaguered camps The tinkling showers like cymbals clash Upon the late leaves of the ash, And blossoms hang like festal lamps On all the trees around. And there is sunshine, sent to strew God's cloth of gold, whereon may dance, To music that harmonious moves, The link`ed Graces and the Loves, Making reality romance, And rare romance even more than true. The fields laughed out in dimpling flowers, The streams' blue eyes flashed bright with smiles; The pale-faced clouds turned rosy-red, As they looked down from overhead, Then fled o'er continents and isles, To shed their happy tears in showers. The youthful monarch's heart grew light To find what joy good deeds can shed; To nurse the orphan buds that bent Over each turf-piled monument, Wherein the parent flowers lay dead Who perished in that fight. And as he roamed from day to day, Atoning thus to flower and tree, Flinging his lavish gold around In countless yellow flowers, he found, By gladsome-weeping April's knee,
207 The modest maiden May. Oh! she was young as angels are, Ere the eternal youth they lead Gives any clue to tell the hours They've spent in heaven's elysian bowers; Ere God before their eyes decreed The birth-day of some beauteous star. Oh! she was fair as are the leaves Of pale white roses, when the light Of sunset, through some trembling bough, Kisses the queen-flower's blushing brow, Nor leaves it red nor marble white, But rosy-pale, like April eves. Her eyes were like forget-me-nots, Dropped in the silvery snowdrop's cup, Or on the folded myrtle buds, The azure violet of the woods; Just as the thirsty sun drinks up The dewy diamonds on the plots. And her sweet breath was like the sighs Breathed by a babe of youth and love; When all the fragrance of the south From the cleft cherry of its mouth, Meets the fond lips that from above Stoop to caress its slumbering eyes. He took the maiden by the hand, And led her in her simple gown Unto a hamlet's peaceful scene, Upraised her standard on the green; And crowned her with a rosy crown The beauteous Queen of all the land. And happy was the maiden's reign-- For peace, and mirth, and twin-born love Came forth from out men's hearts that day, Their gladsome fealty to pay;
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207<br />
The modest maiden May.<br />
Oh! she was young as angels are,<br />
Ere the eternal youth they lead<br />
Gives any clue to tell the hours<br />
They've spent in heaven's elysian bowers;<br />
Ere God before their eyes decreed<br />
The birth-day of some beauteous star.<br />
Oh! she was fair as are the leaves<br />
Of pale white roses, when the light<br />
Of sunset, through some trembling bough,<br />
Kisses the queen-flower's blushing brow,<br />
Nor leaves it red nor marble white,<br />
But rosy-pale, like April eves.<br />
Her eyes were like forget-me-nots,<br />
Dropped in the silvery snowdrop's cup,<br />
Or on the folded myrtle buds,<br />
The azure violet of the woods;<br />
Just as the thirsty sun drinks up<br />
The dewy diamonds on the plots.<br />
And her sweet breath was like the sighs<br />
Breathed by a babe of youth and love;<br />
When all the fragrance of the south<br />
From the cleft cherry of its mouth,<br />
Meets the fond lips that from above<br />
Stoop to caress its slumbering eyes.<br />
He took the maiden by the hand,<br />
And led her in her simple gown<br />
Unto a hamlet's peaceful scene,<br />
Upraised her standard on the green;<br />
And crowned her with a rosy crown<br />
The beauteous Queen of all the land.<br />
And happy was the maiden's reign--<br />
For peace, and mirth, and twin-born love<br />
Came forth from out men's hearts that day,<br />
Their gladsome fealty to pay;