From ‘The Hills Of Life’ (Albert Durrant Watson Poems)
ERE yet the dawnPushed rosy fingers up the arch of dayAnd smiled its promise to the voiceless prime,Love sat and ...
ERE yet the dawnPushed rosy fingers up the arch of dayAnd smiled its promise to the voiceless prime,Love sat and ...
THE voiceless symphony of moor and highland, The rainbow on the mist,The white moon-shield above the slumber-island, The mirror-lake, star-kist,The ...
Does the Mother of Nations draw the sword To rescue her children oppressed? They have all that the richest lands ...
I KNOW a vale where the oriole swings Her nest to the breeze and the sky,The iris opens her petal ...
SPECTRAL, mysterious, flame-like thing Cleaving the western night,Waking from chrysalis-dream to flingOut of thy spirit's long chastening Far-flashing streams of ...
O THOU whose finger-tips, From out the unveiled universe around, Can touch my human lipsWith harmonies beyond the range of ...
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