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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MAHOTA (THE VERDURE), by CHARLIE LINCOLN MCGUIRE
First Line: Where emerald is made and flung
Last Line: Muse-rapt, to shield our tryst-kept maid.
Subject(s): Spring
First Line: Where emerald is made and flung
Last Line: Muse-rapt, to shield our tryst-kept maid.
Subject(s): Spring
Where emerald is made and flung
In leafage, song-birds' nests are hung;
The oriole has joyous sung
The lilt of Spring's elysian tongue.
In trackless wild-notes' truanting
The artless harmony of Spring
Where essences in flowers flung
Their fragrance on the zephyr's wing.
The spell enrapt of June is rare;
The flowing tresses of the fair,
The harmonies distilled on air
Before my words can paint them there --
Our pleasures passing, whispered, lie
Like courtier cardinals that fly
To meetings in the bowers by
The flora's timbered panoply.
Our Muse o'er-canopies the glade
That waves where gold-dropt amber played
In sunbeams through the leafy shade --
Muse-rapt, to shield our tryst-kept maid.
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