“The bright blessed day with joy we see” (Nicolaj Frederik Severin Grundtvig Poems)
The bright blessed day with joy we seeRise out of the sea at dawning;It lightens the sky unceasingly,Our gain and ...
The bright blessed day with joy we seeRise out of the sea at dawning;It lightens the sky unceasingly,Our gain and ...
The bright blessed day with joy we seeRise out of the sea at dawning;It lightens the sky unceasingly,Our gain and ...
IMother of visions, with lineaments dulcet as numbersBreathed on the eyelids of Love by music that slumbers,Secretly, sweetly, O presence ...
A crossbow old, with lathe and gaffle grim,And carven stock, hung in a castle hall—Mere bricabrac, but on the distance ...
In the gloomy ocean bed Dwelt a formless thing, and said,In the dim and countless eons long ago, "I will build a ...
Love, when all the years are silent, vanished quite and laid to rest,When you and I are sleeping, folded breathless ...
From the depths of a garden,Where scents of heliotrope linger,And little golden-dusted blossoms nod,Where the shadows writeTheir merriment upon the ...
Christ! Man! Dusts!Yet upon the day that He hath spokenHangeth the hope of eons that proceed!Christ! Man! Flesh!The mouthing of ...
Behold mould, that substance,Which is the blossom of time,That inheritance, that surety,Which all men become heir unto.Behold mould, a whit ...
The Woolworth BuildingENORMOUSLY it liftsIts tower against the splendor of the west;Like some wild dream that driftsBefore the mind, and ...
Whether it be that we in letters traceThe pure exactness of a wood bird's strain,And name it song; or with ...
I am not awed, the agony of the universeDoth not appall me! The sun may crumble,And sift through the star-mesh, ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
I stood at sunrise, on the topmost partOf lofty mountain, massively sublime;A pinnacle of trachyte, seamed and scarredBy countless generations' ...
If the grim Fates, to stave ennui, Play whips for fun, or snares for game, The liar full of ease ...
The mighty forces of mysterious spaceAre one by one subdued by lordly man.The awful lightning that for eons ranTheir devastating ...
Standing, ever standing against the winds, the mighty sequoias, standing; but not in solitary defiance No they are standing, together ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
past the hippies past Ravi Shankar eons before when the first Asian snake came alive stiffened with sound through some ...
I As eons of incalculable strife Are in the vision of one moment caught, So are the common, concrete things ...
HAVE YOU found me, at last, O my Dream? Seven eons ago You died and I buried you deep under ...
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