FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27   >>  
bind All hearts in wisdom. Unforlorn He lives in deserts, though he mourn, Who loveth all the Kind ... With storm gone by, from jeopardy, With loss for gain, and blindness past, Home to divine reality The tides have borne me,--home at last. Time like a silver flower doth blow And blossom o'er a subtler sod, And through the meads of light I go Beneath the golden boughs of God ... My soul hath won to the city of love With the burnished walls of the dreams' desires; And my life is glad as a glittering dove That coos in the sun upon golden spires; And I welcome the winds of the world, and move To the music of unseen choirs. Great powers are for us; mighty wings Toward man's proud peril speed. Life nourished at eternal springs, Beats up through star and creed, Till soul, ascendant, fetter-freed, A soaring seraph sings!... On the rim of the world is a rosy tower Sky-poised above wide sea-foam, Where a beautiful spirit waits hour by hour, Far-eyed 'gainst a dawn like a phantom flower, Till a ghostly lover comes home ... Ah! love is as lust till it count love lost; The soul is as sin till it weep sin's cost; O, happy is he, though he suffer most, Who wins to the Holy Ghost! So spake old Iolaeus. There That drifting, chant-like monody, Its eerie passion, weird despair, Had wrought on me like wizardry;-- Withal he moved through strange eclipse With God's faint finger at his lips, And with such tense and far surprise, That half uncanny seemed the man With cloudy hair, in human guise, So warped with age, so weirdly wan, Whose dry flesh into spirit ran, And saw with ghostly eyes. THE RETURN (To E.W.) Home, O most pale adventurer, are you bound From that strange kingdom where no love may trace The life it loves to its abiding place, Or hail it from afar with cheerful sound. From deeps whose marges mortal ne'er hath found You steal, and we are awed before your face-- For you are weird with wonder, with the grace Of death's most delicate lilies are you crowned. After the ranging sunset of Farewell-- When life's loved country fades, and hope is lorn, Is it not fair from that dim, tideless bourn To drift back home to ma
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27   >>  



Top keywords:
golden
 

spirit

 

ghostly

 

strange

 

flower

 
cloudy
 
surprise
 

uncanny

 
warped
 

weirdly


wrought

 

wizardry

 
despair
 

monody

 
passion
 

Withal

 
drifting
 
finger
 

eclipse

 

Iolaeus


country

 

marges

 

mortal

 

Farewell

 

delicate

 

lilies

 

crowned

 

ranging

 

sunset

 

kingdom


adventurer

 
RETURN
 

tideless

 

cheerful

 

abiding

 
Beneath
 

boughs

 
blossom
 

subtler

 
burnished

spires
 

desires

 
dreams
 
glittering
 

silver

 

deserts

 
loveth
 

hearts

 
wisdom
 

Unforlorn