Tag Archive for: Clinton Scollard

IN AUTUMNTIDE.

IN AUTUMNTIDE. 308.1 The apple seeds are black at core; The linden leaves, like fairy ore. Shed the effulgence of their gold, Paving the pathways green before. More plaintive grows the thrush's pipe; The quince's cheek is yellow ripe;…

A Traveler

A Traveler. By Olinton Sollard 95.1 A By Clinton Beollard in Outlook Into the dusk and snow One fared on yesterday; No man of us may know By what mysterious way. He had been comrade long; We fain would hold him still; But, though our will…

A Lover

A Lover. Clinton Scollard 207.2 First her eyes!-I can't express All the wonder of her eyes; Truth and trust and tenderness Dwell there ever, vernal-wise. Next her smile!-I cannot tell All the marvel of her smile; 'Tis a golden miracle…

A Traveler

A Traveler By Olinton Sollard 951 A By Clinton Beollard in Outlook Into the dusk and snow One fared on yesterday; No man of us may know By what mysterious way He had been comrade long; We fain would hold him still; But, though our will…

From Riverside.

From Riverside. 464.5 Below the river's liquid steel Is damascened by sun and wind: Above, the ospreya swoop and wheel; Peyond, the impending Palisades Flush with their vivid summer shades, Sheer and superb and sharp defined. The dome…