Estranged.

    Though far apart, my darling, side by side
        We wander still and our fond yearnings meet,
        As when our hearts with highest raptures beat
    Before our footsteps trod the paths of pride;
    Our close companionship hath never died;
        True love and trust are always fair and sweet,
    And time from life's best hopes can never hide
        A kindred soul that made its own complete!
    So thou, dear one, shall come once more to me,
        The sweeter grown for all thy years of pain;
    My longing arms shall open wide for thee,
        And thou shalt nestle on my breast again;
    Then perfect love shall richly crown the years,
    And both be better for our griefs and tears.

Freeman Edwin Miller

Freeman Edwin Miller was an American poet, journalist, and teacher, best known for his work in Oklahoma. Born on November 9, 1864, in New Jersey, Miller moved to Oklahoma in 1894, where he became a prominent figure in the literary and educational communities. He is remembered for his contributions to early Oklahoma literature, as well as his work in promoting education and journalism in the region. He passed away on July 14, 1951.

Freeman Edwin Miller

Sing Me A Song, O, Wind.

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The Growth Of Song.

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The Banks O' Turkey Run.

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The Willow.

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    We meet again beyond the barren past,
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    To flood our souls with perfect peace at last!
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Ex Anima.

    The gloomy hours of silence wake
        Remembrance and her train,
    And phantoms through the fancies chase
        The mem'ries that remain;
    And hidden in the dark embrace
        Of days that now are gone,
    I see a form, a fairy form,
        And fancy hurries on!

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        I hear the tender tone,
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When We Shall Meet.

    When we shall meet, I strangely know
    The mad emotions that shall flow
        Across my heart all quivering,
        Beneath the raptures he shall bring
    From angel years that gladdened so.

    And I all shy and silent grow
    Beneath his glance of gladness, though
        Wild yearnings through my bosom spring,
        When we shall meet.

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    And to his kind embrace I throw
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Spinsterhood.

    Alone, alone, in the twilight gray,
        In the shadows so dark and dim,
    I watch through all of the weary hours,
        And I wait with my heart for him;
    For him who'll come, when he comes at all,
        As my king and warrior bold;
    Whose form so tall is my fortress wall
        And whose heart is a chunk of gold.

    Again, again, do I dream the dreams,
        All the dreams that my young heart knew,
    And through my soul do the yearnings thrill
        As of old they were wont to do;
    I know in truth when his face I see,
        I shall fall at his shining feet,
    Where'er it be and whoever is he,
        In the light of his glances sweet.

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Away, Away, From The Sultry Ways.

    Away, away, from the sultry ways
        Where the pleasures fall and fade,
    To the bannered corn and the meadowed bloom
        And the forest's cooling shade!

    Afar, afar, from the rooms of care
        With the toils of life distressed,
    To the grassy hills and the fragrant slopes
        And the quiet vales of rest!

    Away from the weary, dusty town,
        Where the sorrows dim the days,
    To the sleeping lake and the silent stream
        And the wildwood's tangled ways!

    To margins wide of the woodland pools,
        Where the wild birds troll their songs,
    Where the lilies laugh and the willows wave,
        And the pleasures dance in throngs!

    The dark-eyed nymphs and the fairy elves
        In t...

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Had We Not Met.

    Had we not met, the brooding woe
    And all the griefs that greater grow,
        Might not have been, and happy-wise
        Our lives have laughed with lullabies
    And quaffed such joys as few may know.

    Our days beneath embittered skies
    Where anguish moans and sorrow cries,
        Might not have wept and wandered so,
        Had we not met!

    But ah, my darling! All we prize,--
    Love and sweet trust that never dies,
        Wild yearnings that with constant flow
        From kindred heart to bosom go,--
    Would never in our souls had rise,
        Had we not met!

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