Hyala (Alice Cary Poems)
Low by the reedy sea went ancient Ops,Tracking for crownless Saturn: quietlyFrom her gray hair waned off the sober light,For ...
Low by the reedy sea went ancient Ops,Tracking for crownless Saturn: quietlyFrom her gray hair waned off the sober light,For ...
Deal kindly with those speechless ones, That throng our gladsome earth;Say not the bounteous gift of life Alone is nothing ...
As the shifting sands of the desert Are born by the simoon's wrath,And in wanton and fleet confusion, Are strewn ...
What have we missed? Now he returns no moreWe are left with but our blindness to deplore,But, concentrating on his ...
All of us burning with the Spirit's fire called to shining brightly to become a brush fire Sharing our witness ...
Leading us onward out into the world all of us to witness to carry his word All of us going ...
In lighting our candle in shining our light feeding the fire that all would see Kindling their flame in the ...
Our candles burning brightly in the light not hidden under covers up on the mountaintops Sharing with others the flames ...
Shining together each one brighter shining together creating a brush fire Empowering each other witnesses together offering freely the gifts ...
Each candle lighting each one brightly shining together creating a brush fire Shining together His light growing each believer burning ...
He may have done it, almost unconsciously, a natural gesture, an instinctive act I just happened to be there, in ...
He rubbed his hand, Unconsciously, from habit His finger Held onto a memory, A bit of history Now months gone, ...
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare As ...
We walked beside the sea, After a day which perished silently Of its own glory---like the Princess weird Who, combating ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Dedication These to His Memory--since he held them dear, Perchance as finding there unconsciously Some image of himself--I dedicate, I ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...
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