Reflected Light, Radiated (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sunlight, warming my cheek streaming in, from behind us all fall light, streaming through the stained glass radiated, reflected light, ...
Sunlight, warming my cheek streaming in, from behind us all fall light, streaming through the stained glass radiated, reflected light, ...
The not quite polished brass your cross, shimmering above the altar reflecting the light onto the congregation mottled, shards of ...
Hidden amid the rocks, the shells under the seaweeds, the driftwood sitting proudly on the sand Clear, green, brown, or ...
We got up a little later than normal, sleeping in on a cloudy Saturday A knock at the door, help ...
Fisherman Jim lived on the hill With his bonnie wife an' his little boys; 'T wuz "Blow, ye winds, as ...
See, Phoebus breaking from the willing skies, See, how the soaring Lark, does with him rise, And through the air, ...
Winter uses all the blues there are. One shade of blue for water, one for ice, Another blue for shadows ...
The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke. For view there are the houses opposite Cutting the sky with one ...
Oval mirror of the sea, age-warped isle waved and cloudy, each angle crystalline and salty. my lens into reality. Point ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Walking along the corridors of imagination, free and alone forever, as when he was and didn't know he was a ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Mild the mist upon the hill Telling not of storms tomorrow; No, the day has wept its fill, Spent its ...
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue ...
I have peace to weigh your worth, now all is over, But if to praise or blame you, cannot say. ...
Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see, And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask-thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
SLEEP'ST thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? Rosy morn now lifts his eye, Numbering ilka bud which Nature Waters wi' ...
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