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Title: The courtship of Miles Standish and other poems
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, 1807-1882
Subjects: Standish, Myles, 1584?-1656
Publisher: New York, Grosset & Dunlap
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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graves once more. Hours had passed away like minutes; and, beforeI was aware, Lo! the shadow of the belfry crossed the sun-illumined square. SOMETHING LEFT UNDONE. Labor with what zeal we will.Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted stillWaits the rising of the sun. I20 MAIDENHOOD By the bedside, on the stair,At the threshold, near the gates, With its menace or its prayer.Like a mendicant it waits; Waits, and will not go away; Waits, and will not be gainsaid;By the cares of yesterday Each to-day is heavier made; Till at length the burden seemsGreater than our strength can bear, Heavy as the weight of dreams,Pressing on us everywhere. And we stand from day to day. Like the dwarfs of times gone by,Who, as Northern legends say. On their shoulders held the sky. MAIDENHOOD. Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes.In whose orbs a shadow liesLike the dusk in evening skies! MAIDENHOOD 121 Thou whose locks outshine the sun,Golden tresses, wreathed in one,As the braided streamlets run!
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122 MAIDENHOOD Standing, with reluctant feet,Where the brook and rivet meet,Womanhood and childhood fleet! Gazing, with a timid glance.On the brooklets swift advance,On the rivers broad expanse! D^ep and still, that gliding streamBeautiful to thee must seem,As the river of a dream. Then why pause with indecision,When bright angels in thy visionBeckon thee to fields Elysian? Seest thou shadows sailing by.As the dove, with startled eye.Sees the falcons shadow fly? Hearest thou voices on the shore,That our ears perceive no more,Deafened by the cataracts roar! O, thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksands,—Life hath snares! Care and age come unawares! MAIDENHOOD 123 Like the swell of some sweet tune,Morning rises into noon,May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough, where slumberedBirds and blossoms many-numbered;—Age, the bough with snows encumbered. Gather, then, each flower that grows,When the young heart overflows.To embalm that tent of snows. Bear a lily in thy han

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