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If Flowers Had Ghosts

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

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Drawing the boundary…

Two Rivers

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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If Flowers Had Ghosts

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

If flowers had ghosts, that thin perfume 
Of buds long picked should haunt your room — 
Your room that dreams in ancient way, 
Where beaux have knelt with Spring's bouquet 
For belles in silk of Jacquard's loom: 

When wintry fields are bare of bloom 
They'd come a-tremble from the tomb; 
You'd love them when the skies were grey, 
If flowers had ghosts! 

So now, when April fires the broom 
And cowslips clamber up the coomb, 
You would not — this I greatly pray — 
Forget the friends of yesterday, 
Who spoke of her in days of gloom, 
If flowers had ghosts? 

Two Rivers

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thy summer voice, Musketaquit,
Repeats the music of the rain;
But sweeter rivers pulsing flit
Through thee, as thou through Concord Plain.

Thou in thy narrow banks art pent:
The stream I love unbounded goes
Through flood and sea and firmament;
Through light, through life, it forward flows.

I see the inundation sweet,
I hear the spending of the stream
Through years, through men, through Nature fleet,
Through love and thought, through power and dream.

Musketaquit, a goblin strong,
Of shard and flint makes jewels gay;
They lose their grief who hear his song,
And where he winds is the day of day.

So forth and brighter fares my stream,—
Who drink it shall not thirst again;
No darkness stains its equal gleam.
And ages drop in it like rain.

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