{"id":9408,"date":"2023-06-17T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-06-17T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9408"},"modified":"2023-06-17T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-06-17T05:00:00","slug":"madrigal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/madrigal\/","title":{"rendered":"Madrigal"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn83045211\/1915-06-17\/ed-1\/seq-8\/\">Evening Public Ledger, June 17, 1915<\/a>. By Edith Ives Woodworth.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>She came across the shining hill<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Adown a golden lea,<br\/>Love lightened in her dewy eyes,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Love piped a melody.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Love led her to a silver space<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Beneath a gray-leaved tree;<br\/>Dear Heaven! the wind tossed in her hair,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sunlight touched her knee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Ah, unforgotten morn of gold,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;O river running free,<br\/>I thrilled to see her foam-white foot<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When my love came to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;II.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Night broods upon the gray-leaved bough<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Around the shadowed door,<br\/>O dark is yon unlighted hill<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And dull the reedy shore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Nor will she pass upon the plain<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As once she passed before,<br\/>Nor evermore her foam-white foot,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My starry love of yore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Evening Public Ledger, June 17, 1915. By Edith Ives Woodworth. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I. She came across the shining hill&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Adown a golden lea,Love lightened in her dewy eyes,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Love piped a melody. Love led her to a silver space&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Beneath a gray-leaved tree;Dear Heaven! the wind tossed in her hair,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sunlight touched her knee. Ah, unforgotten morn of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[30,3],"tags":[103],"class_list":["post-9408","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-evening-public-ledger","category-newspapers","tag-edith-ives-woodworth"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9408","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9408"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9408\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9408"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9408"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9408"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}