My Gift, A Song (Patience Worth Poems)
Elusive gift, a song! HoveringA moment as a moth upon the wing-A part of the sunlight, a part of the ...
Elusive gift, a song! HoveringA moment as a moth upon the wing-A part of the sunlight, a part of the ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
I.THE flowing night awoken from my sleepRevealed a world of glory, while I stoodWatching the hazy, creeping ocean sweepOut of ...
IAs in the long dead days marauding hostsOf Indians came from far Siberian coasts,And drove the peaceful Aztecs from their ...
Hear'st thou that sound upon the window pane?Said the youth softly, as outstretched he layWhere for an hour outstretched he ...
A Hundred years - and she had sat, a queenSheltering her children, opening wide her gatesTo all the inflowing tribes ...
God wrapt him in a world of purer light And clearer thought. His soulPulsed into being, gifted with far might. ...
WHEN the years grew worse, and the tribe longed soreFor a kinsman bred to the white man's lore,To the Mission ...
When night hung low and dew fell damp,There fell athwart the shadowsThe gleaming watchfires of the camp,Like glow-worms on the ...
A wondrous light is filling the air,And rimming the clouds of the old despair;And hopeful eyes look up to seeTruth's ...
The organ peals through pictured panes that etch strange patterns on the grass,A thorned head shadowed on the flags, beneath ...
I LAY awake and listened, ere the light Began to whiten at the window pane. The world was all asleep: ...
I wandered alone beside the stream; The tide was out and the sands were bare; The tremulous tone of the ...
PAINT me, you said, "a poem; give to meA breathing thought that I may keep to kiss!"While that low laugh ...
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
A pause on the bridge, a break in my day, as night came A stop to drink in the murmur, ...
He cut his hand and it bled, the flesh inside was red and the hurt discounted the flood of red ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
In placid hours well-pleased we dream Of many a brave unbodied scheme. But form to lend, pulsed life create, What ...
So much have I forgotten in ten years, So much in ten brief years! I have forgot What time the ...
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