«Below the sultry storm that seemed to lower, / An alien force, again I heard the call / Of my mysterious mate: the prisoned power / Of old dreams flared and flickered in its fall. And with a cry of horror and of dolor — / As of an eagle in an iron vise — / My spirit shook its cage in ...»
«With wavering feet I walked where dawn-lit mists were lying, / To find the shores of wonder and of mystery. / Dawn struggled with the final stars, frail dreams were flying, / While unto unknown gods my morning lips were crying / The prayers that my dream-imprisoned soul had whispered ...»
«Cast prostrate, in mourning, / Wingless, self-scorning, / Grief in a gust / Flings us, dust upon dust. / We desire not, we dare not, / We believe not, we care not, / No wisdom has worth. / God, do thou dower us, / Kindle, empower us, / Give of thy mirth. / From the languor that c...»
« Over earth awakes a whirring, / And a rustling, and a stirring, / Trumpet-voices fill the skies: / "Lo, they call us. Brothers, rise!" / "No. The darkness holds unshaken. / I will sleep, and not awaken. / Do not rouse me. Do not call. / Do not strike the coffin-wall." "Now you dare ...»