Saturday, September 15, 2012

Oasis By Edward Dowden (A Tribe Feature)









Let them go by-the heats, the doubts, the strife;
I can sit here and care not for them now,
Dreaming beside the glimmering wave of life
once more __-I know not how.
.
There is a murmur in my heart; hear
Faint, O so faint, some air I used to sing;
it stirs my sense, and odors, dim and dear,
The meadow-breeze bring.
.
Just this way did the quiet twilight fade,
Over the fields and happy homes of men,
While one bird sang as now, piercing the shade
long since-I know not when.

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