BLACK CAT POEMS
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A New Hampshire Pond
Edith Willis Linn Forbes
Bordered by birches white and tall,
And pines that sob and sigh,
Fair Norway pond, like some bright gem
Set in a monarch's diadem,
Smiles upward at the sky.
The high hills rise to meed the clouds
Above its silvery wave;
The grasses grow along the shore,
And flowers bend its waters o'er,
As if they homage gave.
Blue as the sky through summer days,
At evening from the west
The sunset's kisses make it glow,
And in the night the stars drop low
To lie upon its breast.
Were it less far, we'd love it still
For its sweet lily-flowers,
Looking to heaven with half-closed eyes,
Like white souls sent from Paradise,
To bless this world of ours.
O, tranquil waters deep and cool!
May no storm ever rise
Harder than autumn's gentle breeze
That brings bright flowers from the trees,
Or moves the pines to sighs.
Reflecting back the summer sky,
Wooed by the summer's breath;
Thou holdest in that watery gloom
The mystery of the lilies' bloom,
Life springing out of death.
poems by Edith Willis Linn Forbes