In The Dark Forest (Leigh Gordon Giltner Poems)
The long gray twilight falls and deeper glooms Close round the graying wood that dimmer growsAs dies the Day's last yearning ...
The long gray twilight falls and deeper glooms Close round the graying wood that dimmer growsAs dies the Day's last yearning ...
I grow aweary of my kind-Its petty aims, its creedsThat cripple mind and soul, and blindThe heart to trust needs;Aweary ...
With her soft face half turned to me, Like an arrested moonbeam, she Stood in the cirque of that deep tree. I took ...
This is the weird of a world-old folk, That not till the last link breaks,Not till the night is blackest, The blood ...
LITTLE Breezes, lurking in the green-roofed covers,Where the dappled gloaming keeps the cool night dews,Up, and waft the wonder of ...
MY father-in-law is a careworn man, And a silent man is he;But he summons a smile as well as he can Whenever ...
Across the hills and down the narrow ways, And up the valley where the free winds sweep, The earth is folded in ...
All night, all day, in dizzy, downward flight, Fell the wild-whirling, vague, chaotic snow, Till every landmark of the earth below,Trees, moorlands, ...
"Not from the seas does he draw inspiration,Not from the rivers that croon on their bars;But a wide, a world-old ...
THE rain streams down like harp-strings from the sky;The wind, that world-old harpist, sitteth by;And ever as he sings his ...
EACH race has died and lived and fought for the "true" gods of that poor race, Unconsciously, divinest thought of ...
God let me fall from His hand One day at His forge when the elemental world Was shaping. ...
Dead priests that have sung when the world was young at Mercury's temple-place,Your myth, it was true. It is born ...
Once in a dream of Babylon I sat with Lilith and Cain At the world-old drama, "From ...
The mist crept in from the sea Out of the void and the vast; And it bore the silver ...
Here is a tale the North Wind sang to me: Hell hath set Mammon o'er a frozen land, ...
The princess in her world-old tower pined A prisoner, brazen-caged, without a gleam Of sunlight, or a windowful of wind; ...
The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there, But we bow our heads and we ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
Love is sharper than stones or sticks; Lone as the sea, and deeper blue; Loud in the night as a ...
In the midst of the battle I turned, (For the thunders could flourish ...
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