Nathan Percy Graham portrait
Percy Graham, 1920,
a posthumous portrait
by Estella Graham

THE POEMS OF N. P. GRAHAM (1895-1920)


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ALL day long the breezes whisper where the meadows greet the sun,
All day long from morn till even songs of nature's secrets run
O'er the grass by waters sedgèd,
Velvet-soft and many ridgèd,
Whispering glide, in ears that hear not, dreamlike dying one by one.

Secret dreams are ghosts in sunlight, lightless flame and voiceless song,
Only night, the watchful mother, guards within her temple strong,
All the truth that silence giveth,
All the light in darkness liveth,
All the tears and all the laughter, all the stars of heaven's throng.

For soft are the noontide zephyrs,
Languid the noonday flows,
But the whispered words awake not
In the breath of the white wild-rose.
And the stars and the dreams are hidden, and ever the zephyr blows.

All night long the silent meadows by the many sedgèd stream,
Thrall of stars and spectral moonlight, willow's shade and water's gleam,
Hearken to the words of wonder
Of the stars that, passing under,
Veil the glory of the darkness in the substance of a dream.

But the grasses of the meadow, careless, wave and night departs
Through the rosy gates of daybreak, and the waking morrow starts
From its sleep of dreams and shadows,
Till the sunlight o'er the meadows
Hides the light of midnight's weaving from the reach of heedless hearts.

For night is the day of knowledge,
And truth a steadfast star;
But the hours of dark are fleeting,
Swift as the breezes are;
And the daylight comes with its darkness, and the grass knows not its star.

'Mongst the grasses of the meadow grows a daisy, golden-eyed,
Petal-white her maiden heart is, and the grasses by her side
Mock the paleness of her flowers
Thro' the glowing sunny hours;
But the daisy smiles in sadness, and her pallor is her pride.

All the night she sleepeth softly, while the grasses round her wave,
Dreams, perchance, of the great sorrow that the night of knlowledge gave –
In that hour of sudden knowing,
When the day to darkness growing
Left her waking in strange starlight, made her heart eternal slave.

For the star-love of the daisy
Lives in a world unknown
Beyond the drowsy twilight
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And the daisy pines in silence, in the sunlit world alone.

And soft are the noontide zephyrs,
Languid the noonday flows,
But the whispered words awake not
In the scent of the white wild-rose;
And the stars and the dreams are hidden, and only the daisy knows.

 

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