The Phantom And The Dreamer (Patience Worth Poems)
Phantom:Thick stands the hill in garb of fir,And winter-stripped the branching shrub.Cold grey the sky, and glistered o'erWith star-dust pulsing ...
Phantom:Thick stands the hill in garb of fir,And winter-stripped the branching shrub.Cold grey the sky, and glistered o'erWith star-dust pulsing ...
When I would seek my God and know Him;When I would feel my God and see Him; when IWould list ...
Upon yesterday's lotus the dew pearledAnd vanished with the sun.On a certain morning e'er the winter ceased,Lo, did the songsters ...
Oh, ye who gaze with tolerant meinUpon the song I sing, as tolerantlyI smile with understanding-At thy understanding!No music would ...
Lo, the valley!The harp, suspended betwixt the mountains,Murmuring the music of EarthTo the great breasts whereon the sky is pillowed.Lo, ...
Sing, sing, oh sea!Sing thy hush-song to the shores.Sing, sing, sing, oh seatLift thy waves as emerald tongues,Singing golden songs ...
At the skirt of a rose-embowered path,Just a little apart from the village,Where the woods meet the meadows,And briars blush ...
Where do I abide?Ask me this, oh man, and I answer,Within the pit of thy heart;Within all things that possess ...
There is a well at the roadside of life,A deep, deep well, whose water is soft.And man passeth uponThe dusty ...
He who hath announced me.He who hath said, "This is enough,"When he hath lain his handsUpon the cloth of the ...
Lord, I have uplifted my lute,And struck a chord,But the earth, the earth was unmindful.The music of my lay becameA ...
Oh, I am a troubadourUpon a dun-grey path, singing,Singing, I know not why;For my song is not so new,Nor yet ...
On a certain day of a certain spring,In a certain garden, youthed I stood,Filled of hope, with joy a-spurting.Oh, this ...
Can I then hope to tear from out my heart the song 'twould tell thee?Were I to sing to the ...
Bairn o' my heart, art lonely?Weary and wonder-eyed at the day?Bairn o' my heart, art lonely?Soulworn and tired o' play?What ...
Earth hath filled it up o' waste and waste.The sea's fair breast, that heaveth as a mother's,Beareth waste o' wrecks ...
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