Nature
A Song of Arno
From An American Anthology, 1787–1900, ed. Edmund Clarence Stedman (1900)
Nature
It is the hour when Arno turns
Her gold to chrysoprase;
When each low-hanging star outburns
Its faint, mysterious rays,
As from the prison of faery urns
Which faery hands upraise.
It is the hour when life's constraint
A moment's ease is given;
When Earth is like a holy saint,
Stilled, sanctified, and shriven,
And the deep-breathing heart grows faint
To be so near to Heaven.
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Channing-Stetson, Grace Ellery. “A Song of Arno.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/channing_ge/3/.
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Channing-Stetson, Grace Ellery. “A Song of Arno.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/channing_ge/3/.
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