Show THE POETS POET'S VERSE VERSE- i IS NOT SO WORSE A Books Book's Soliloquy My ladys lady's chair is full fun of books And easy chairs and curtained nooks And dainty tea things on the table And poetry and tale and fable And on the hearth a crackling fire That welcome gives and when you tire Of pleasant t talk n you stilt still may find findA findA findA A tempting pasture where the mind May browse awl awhile lle and read the pages Which poets wrote or fools or sages And here I come to ask a a. place Among these worthies s face to face To be allowed on some low shelf To rest and dream and pride myself On being in such c company To watch fair women women drinking tea And if perchance some some lonely day The gentle genUe mistress looks my way And softly says Now I 1 shall see see What's going on In ArcadY Then Ill I'll rejoice that Im I'm a book At which my lady deigns to look Robert Briggs Brigga The Psalm of the Old Soldier The blue is fading into gray Just rust as when sunset comes With bugle calls that die away And throbbing softly-throbbing drums The shadows shadows' reach across cross across the sky And hush the cares of day The bu bugle le call and drum beat die dieThe dieThe dieThe die die- The blue fades Into gray The gray gray is blending into blue blue- blue blue- A sunrise glad slad ad and fair fall When In the richness of the dew The roses riot there The bitterness of yesterday Is lost to me t to td you The blue is fading radin into gray gray- gray gray- The gray blends into blue They're sleeping now the long long sleep The boys who wore the blue Above the gray ray the grasses creep creep- And both were good and true And In the twilight ht of our life The ending of the way There comes forgetfulness of strife strIfe- The blue fades lades into gray Above each mound the lily glows And humble daisies nod The ruby glory of the the rose Sheds lustre on the sod The tears the tears the tears they tears they are the dew That greets the coming day I The gray is blending blendin into blue blueThe blueThe blue blue- The blue fades into gray I Baltimore American |