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James Whitcomb Riley - A Southern Singer
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Written In Madison Caweln`s "Lyrics and Idyls."

  Herein are blown from out the South
  Songs blithe as those of Pan`s pursed mouth--
  As sweet in voice as, in perfume,
  The night-breath of magnolia-bloom.

  Such sumptuous languor lures the sense--
  Such luxury of indolence--
  The eyes blur as a nymph`s might blur,
  With water-lilies watching her.

  You waken, thrilling at the trill
  Of some wild bird that seems to spill
  The silence full of winey drips
  Of song that Fancy sips and sips.

  Betimes, in brambled lanes wherethrough
  The chipmunk stripes himself from view,
  You pause to lop a creamy spray
  Of elder-blossoms by the way.

  Or where the morning dew is yet
  Gray on the topmost rail, you set
  A sudden palm and, vaulting, meet
  Your vaulting shadow in the wheat.

  On lordly swards, of suave incline,
  Entessellate with shade and shine,
  You shall misdoubt your lowly birth,
  Clad on as one of princely worth:

  The falcon on your wrist shall ride--
  Your milk-white Arab side by side
  With one of raven-black.--You fain
  Would kiss the hand that holds the rein.

  Nay, nay, Romancer!  Poet!  Seer!
  Sing us back home--from there to here;
  Grant your high grace and wit, but we
  Most honor your simplicity.--

  Herein are blown from out the South
  Songs blithe as those of Pan`s pursed mouth--
  As sweet in voice as, in perfume,
  The night-breath of magnolia-bloom.
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