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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: THE IVORY GATE. Sunt geminse Somni portae : quarum altera fertur Cornea ; qua veris facilis datur exitus urabris : Altera candenti perfecta nitens elephanto ; Sed falsa ad ccelum mittunt insomnia Manes. Virgil. WHEN, loved by poet and painter The sunrise fills the sky, When night's gold urns grow fainter, And in depths of amber die When the morn breeze stirs the curtain, Bearing an odorous freight Then visions strange, uncertain, Pour thick through the Ivory Gate. Then the oars of Ithaca dip so Silently into the sea, 16 THE IVORY GATE. That they wake not sad Calypso And the Hero wanders free: He breasts the ocean furrows, At war with the words of Fate And the blue tide's low susurrus Comes up to the Ivory Gate. Or, clad in the hide of leopard, 'Mid Ida's freshest dews, Paris, the Teucrian shepherd, His sweet CEnone woos : On the thought of her coming bridal Unuttered joy doth wait While the tune of the false one's idyl Rings soft through the Ivory Gate. Or down from green Helvellyn The roar of streams I hear, And the lazy sail is swelling To the winds of Windermere : THE IVORY GATE. 17 That girl with the rustic bodice 'Mid the ferry's laughing freight Is as fair as any goddess Who sweeps through the Ivory Gate. Ah, the vision of dawn is leisure But the truth of day is toil: And we pass from dreams of pleasure To the world's unstayed turmoil. Perchance, beyond the river Which guards the realms of Fate, Our spirits may dwell for ever 'Mong dreams of the Ivory Gate. MY THRUSH. All through the sultry hours of June, From morning blithe to golden noon, And till the star of evening climbs The gray blue East, a world too soon, There sings a Thrush amid the limes. God's...
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