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 ...
Oh, ye mighty walls and towering spires!Astride the cowled gabled ways;Thy emblazoned scripts depictingFanciful reaction of ancient times;Smoking altars upon ...
I searched among the hills to find His love,And found but waving trees, and stonesWhere lizards flaunt their green and ...
Upon yesterday's lotus the dew pearledAnd vanished with the sun.On a certain morning e'er the winter ceased,Lo, did the songsters ...
Behold, behold the roadways,Lying stretched in grey dust-patternsAbout the fields, curving the hillocksLike necklets of ash. And the creepingPageantry of ...
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 ...
Lend to my lips, O Lord, a key,With which to unlock the hearts of men.Make my word become no less ...
I saw the heavy moon come slowInto the night, and felt upon this cheekThe eve's breath, hung of daytide's woes.The ...
Lo, the valley!The harp, suspended betwixt the mountains,Murmuring the music of EarthTo the great breasts whereon the sky is pillowed.Lo, ...
What will the new day findThat comes some ages hence?Undecipherable scripts!That were the scribing of thy hand;Wisdoms that are rusted ...
From the depths of a garden,Where scents of heliotrope linger,And little golden-dusted blossoms nod,Where the shadows writeTheir merriment upon the ...
(India)I shall wind a turban of silver cloth,And set upon its brow a circletOf jade and turquoise. Yea, I shall ...
That thing which be the ye of ye be intangible,For it is the individual expressionOf the Great God's impulse in ...
Give me no trumpet!Oh, let me declare myself-not holy,But Godlike, for He is beyond the holiest.Let me make bare before ...
That the mountains are hap-hazard strewn;That the valleys sink but by a whim;That the songs of all the birds areBut ...
At the skirt of a rose-embowered path,Just a little apart from the village,Where the woods meet the meadows,And briars blush ...
My soul is a silver harp,Whose strings are as tenuous as moonbeams,Whose notes are iridescent, like rainbowsOr prisms-glinting, liveWith souls ...
The God which I announce unto my heartIs a proud God. His pride is shown in thePerfection of His labor. ...
I remember, sae surely, sae surely,A certain eve in the greying season,When the hawthorns stood bare, their branchesShaking in their ...
Behold the cup. 'Tis a bitter quaff.Behold the grey monk-robe of the day.Behold men who let their eyes see naughtBut ...
My thoughts are yon, while I disconsolate,Make way upon the dusty road,Following with dull incident, followingThe brilliant flash which precedes ...
Oh, mighty God, with faltering lipsWould I proclaim Thy magnitude.Ever have I beheld Thee where man denied Thee.I with mine ...
Out of the gray day,Out from the hungry hours, fare I forth,Making pilgrimage to that pale, phantom land,Wherein I may ...
Each man is an urn, and the wine within itContaineth his soul. Yea, and he poureth it outFreely, or with ...
Spring, thou art but His smileOf happiness in me, and sullen daysOf weariness shall fall when Spring is bornIn winds ...
Lord, I have uplifted my lute,And struck a chord,But the earth, the earth was unmindful.The music of my lay becameA ...
What is the bond, the shackle, yea,The armlet which binds thee to thy love?No mighty hand may shatter it;No tongue ...
I see no awe in the awfulness of God.Death is but an instant-And the riddle solved!Life is but an instant ...
Dumb day, oh, tongueless day!Yet ever speaking; ye may not deny me,For mine eyes are open. Yea,I see not only ...
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