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DreamyGeorge Marion McClellan

The Hills of Sewanee

Sewanee Hills of dear delight, Prompting my dreams that used to be, I know you are waiting me still tonight By the Unika Range of Tennessee. The blinking stars in endless space, The broad moonlight and silvery gleams, Tonight caress your wind-swept face, And fold you in a thousand dreams. Your far outlines, less seen than felt, Which wind with hill propensities. In moonlight dreams I see you melt Away in vague immensities. And, far away, I still can feel Your mystery that ever speaks Of vanished things, as shadows steal Across your breast and rugged peaks.
DreamyGeorge Marion McClellan

Heart Yearnings

Oh ! for the welcome breath of country air, With Summer skies and flowers, To shout and feel once more the halcyon Of gayer boyhood hours. I think the sight of fields and shady lanes Would ease my heart of pains. To cool once more my thirst, where bubbled up The waters of a spring, Where I have seen the golden daffodils And lillies flourishing. My fevered heart would more than half forget Its sighs, and vain regret. Far, far away, from early scenes am I ; And, too, my youth has fled; For me a stranger's land, a stranger's sky. That arches overhead.
DreamyGeorge Marion McClellan

Spring Dawn

There comes to my heart from regions remote A wild desire for the hedge and the brush, Whenever I hear the first wild note Of the meadow lark and the hermit thrush. The broken and upturned earth to the air, By a million thrusting blades of Spring, Sends out from the sod and everywhere Its pungent aromas over everything. Then it's Oh, for the hills, the dawn, and the dew, The breath of the fields and the silent lake. And watching the wings of light burst through The scarlet blush of the new daybreak. It is then, when the earth still nestles in sleep, And the robes of light are scarce unfurled. You can almost feel, in its mighty sweep. The onward rush and roll of the world.
DreamyGeorge Marion McClellan

To Hollyhocks

Gay hollyhocks with flaming bells And waving plumes, as gently swells The breeze upon the Summer air; You bind me still with magic spells When to the wind, in grave farewells, You bow in all your graces fair. You bring me back the childhood view, Where arching skies and deepest blue Stretch on in endless lengths above; To see you so awakes anew Long past emotions, from which grew My wild and first heart-throbs of love. There is in all your brilliant dyes. Your gorgeousness and azure skies, A joy like soothing summer rain; Yet in the scene there vaguely lies
DreamyGeorge Marion McClellan

The Harvest Moon

The dark magnolia leaves and spreading fig With green luxuriant beauty all their own, Stirless, hang heavy-coated with the dew, Which swift and iridescent gleams shoot through As if a thousand brilliant diamonds shone. Afloat the lagoon, water-lilies white In sweets with muscadines perfume the night. A song bird restless chants a fleeting lay; Asleep on all the swamp and bayou lies A peaceful, blissful moonlight, mystic haze, A dreaminess o'er all the landscape plays. While lake and lagoon mirror all the skies. There is a glory doomed to pass too soon. That lies subdued beneath the harvest moon.

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