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RomanticJohn B. Colwell

Dear Friend of Old

The days since last I clasped your hands, And looked into your face Seem multiplied, as desert sands, And yet, how swift their pace! The many miles that intervene Of river, plain, and mountain trail Stretch, oh, so endlessly between, As distance woven in a veil. The little cares that bind and hold The housing of my spirit here, Are bands of steel; (or are they gold? For duty is both stern and dear.) Not Time, nor Space, nor Cares That Be, Can my desire dissever. My thought is free to be with thee, Dear friend, my friend forever.
RomanticJohn B. Colwell

I Am Thinking of You

How easy to say "I am thinking of you", But what does it conjure, I pray? Does it call up your face, or your eyes shining true; Your figure, your walk, or the dear things you do; Your hair, or your smile, or your garment of blue? Oh, what is the answer, I say? "I am thinking of you", is easily said. But the import of this I would seek. Perhaps 'tis the stories together we read; Or is it the music your voice made, instead? Or mem'ry of roses so fragrant and red That match but the bloom of your cheek. "I am thinking of you", again I repeat, Even thinking of you as I write; Now what is the "you" that my spirit would greet? Oh, what is this "you" that my thoughts rush to meet?
RomanticJohn B. Colwell

The Wavery, Quavery, Little Screech Owl

When Winter surrenders and loses his stings, And contrary March gives o'er storming, and clings To the days that caress one, (Oh, wonderful days, Anticipatory of Spring's luring ways!) 'Tis then we may hear, at the twilight's soft fall, The little screech owl, with his plaintive call; This strange little singer, this wise little fowl, The wavery, quavery, little screech owl. When long shadows deepen and day is well done, The time for this night bird has but well begun. On the softest of wings, like a faint breath of air, But with heart strings atune for his lady-love fair, He leaves his retreat in the evergreen tree For a rendezvous near where his sweetheart will be;

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