The Phantom And The Dreamer (Patience Worth Poems)
Phantom:Thick stands the hill in garb of fir,And winter-stripped the branching shrub.Cold grey the sky, and glistered o'erWith star-dust pulsing ...
Phantom:Thick stands the hill in garb of fir,And winter-stripped the branching shrub.Cold grey the sky, and glistered o'erWith star-dust pulsing ...
When I would seek my God and know Him;When I would feel my God and see Him; when IWould list ...
How have I caught at fleeting joys,And swifter fleeting sorrows, and days and nights,And morns and eves, and seasons too,Aslipping ...
Who art thou,Who tracketh 'pon the path o' me-O' each turn, aye, and track?Thou! And thou astand!And o'er thy face ...
Who art thou,Who tracketh 'pon the path o' meO' each turn, aye, and track?Thou! And thou astand!And o'er thy face ...
When the sands grow cool, and the lazy tideSwings heavy 'gainst the shore,Leaning its waves in languorous easeTo the curve ...
Strum, strum!Ah, wee one,Croon unto the tendril tipped with sungilt,Nodding thee from o'er the doorsill there.Strum, strum!My wheel shall sing ...
There is nothing in all the preachmentsOf man which either stimulatesOr confounds me. I have known,Since first my soul beheld ...
Touched with compassion am I at the hour's agony,Knowing well the folly of anguish,Taking in the fulness of the empty ...
That the mountains are hap-hazard strewn;That the valleys sink but by a whim;That the songs of all the birds areBut ...
Behold the cup. 'Tis a bitter quaff.Behold the grey monk-robe of the day.Behold men who let their eyes see naughtBut ...
Oh, ye winged folk, art thouSweet dreaming of my brothers taking wing?Ye butterflies of rainbow cloth,Art thou the fleeing ghosts ...
Beloved, we have known long hours of quietude, sweet paths of shadow.Never a fear, yet we have confided wonderingly of ...
No thing engraces the day like gentleness.I may see gaudy noons and flaming morningsAnd gorgeous eves, but none of theseAppeal ...
So you've returned to lengthen my shadowTo once again shatter my windowsOh what a child will feelWhen the home is ...
Ah, wake me not!For should my dreaming work a spell to sootheMy troubled soul, wouldst thou deny me dreams?Ah, wake ...
And it is night, dark sabled night;Bare branches lined against the sky,And mottling shadows blurred.And it is night. The weary ...
How constant is hope, how faithful her trend!Ceaselessly doth she walk beside me,With her gaudy touch tippingEach dull task with ...
Dream, dream, thou flesh of me,Dream thou next my breast.Dream, dream, and coax the starsTo light thee at thy rest.Sleep, ...
Companionable, sae near,Sae close confidin', neither removed-Less than imagination, more than fancy;For imagination is inflamed-And fancy but beckons.Companionable; builded of ...
Companioning is a strange, strange thing.We may sit together,Each inclined unto the other,Each intimately in contact,Each with one accordListening to ...
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