The Two Souls (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Two souls within this lunar cycle passed Beyond the curtained stage of life and time. One weary from long vigils, ...
Two souls within this lunar cycle passed Beyond the curtained stage of life and time. One weary from long vigils, ...
Up and lead the dance of Fate! Lift the song that mortals hate! Tell what rights are ours on earth, ...
Bells of the Past, whose long-forgotten musicStill fills the wide expanse,Tingeing the sober twilight of the PresentWith color and romance:I ...
Everything is different in Africa. Strange stars by night look down,And threepence is called a tickey And a ...
O the force of Runic verses, O the mighty strength of songCannot baffle all the curses Which to mortal state ...
The forest of Alzuna hides a pool. Beside that pool, a shadowy tree up-towers. High on that tree, ...
This is the reed the dead musician dropped,With tuneful magic in its sheath still hidden;The prompt allegro of its music ...
Sweet silence after bells!deep in the enamour'd earsoft incantation dwells.Filling the rapt still spherea liquid crystal swims,precarious yet clear.Those metal ...
I am the land of their fathers, In me the virtue stays. I will bring back my children, After certain ...
Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell, Thine ear, and ...
In sober mornings, do not thou rehearse The holy incantation of a verse; But when that men have both well ...
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS, CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM DESUNT NONNULLA-- Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, ...
Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possess in my breast a hundred meadows from ...
A faint, sickening scent of irises Persists all morning. Here in a jar on the table A fine proud spike ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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