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Title: Pictures in verse
Year: 1894 (1890s)
Authors: Raymond, George Lansing, 1839-1929 Stumm, Maud
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Publisher: New York (27 West Twenty-third Street) London (24 Bedford Street, Strand) : G.P. Putnam's Sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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14 CAGED.
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" Last year, he flew away, one day.
And then, the scene we had ! the way
We wept for him ; and search'd the town!
And how it made the neighbors frown
The twentieth time we askd for him !
But, just as day was growing dim.
He lit on yonder ash-tree limb ;
And Dick, I call'd, and back he flew;
Now, did n't you, birdie ?—naughty you !"

Within this again she laugh'd at him ;
And I,—I thought the room grew dim;
And then I whisperd : " Dear, a word—
For I—I know one other bird
That longs so much to fly to you ;
And, dearest, you may cage it too ;
'T will sing, and serve, and be so true."
And then she blushd, and then she wept,
And then this bird of love she kept.

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ALL IN ALL.
BE calm, O Wind, and gently blow,
Nor rouse the waves commotion.
Ye Clouds, veil not the bay so low:
My love sails oer the ocean.

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16 UNDER THE NEW MOON.
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Out, boatman, out! The wind will rise ;
The yawl will find it stormy.
Ay, thrice thy fee.—Her signal flies.—
My love is waiting for me.

Blow on, ye Winds, your prey is flown ;
Who cares for wave or weather ?
My love, my own ! no more alone,
We walk the shore together.

UNDER THE NEW MOON.

THE hills rang back our parting jest;
The dear, dear day was over;
The sun had sunk below the west;
We walk'd home through the clover.
Our words were gay, but thought astray
Our parting kept regretting,—
" The old old way !" it seemd to say;
" The suns are always setting."
Then, gazing back with longing soon.
At once my step grew bolder;
For, bright and new, I spied the moon
Just over my right shoulder.

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