Poem by Florence Earle Coates

Wouldst Thou Learn?

Wouldst thou learn what coldness is,
⁠     Seek it not where Hebrus flows,
Shuddering, to the abyss;
     ⁠Nor where Hermon's gleaming snows,
     ⁠On its frozen heights, repose;
But on such a morn as this,
     ⁠When no blade of grass is dumb,
When the birds, low-twittering, build,
And Earth's heart is passion-thrill'd,—
⁠     Come to Love's deserted home!

1. To the Tsar (1890)
2. Cora
3. By the Conemaugh
4. A Descant
5. Let Me Believe

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