Drifting Flowers of the Sea and Other Poems (Google eBook)

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1904 - 42 pages
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Page 11 - Well may you smile over Gotham's vast domain As dawn greets your pillars with roseate flame, For future ages will proclaim Your beauty Boldly, without shame. (The term "Gotham...
Page 11 - mid the breezes the ocean bore "Yfour windows flare in the sunset light. Lonely and lithe, o'er the nocturnal City's flickering flame, you proudly tower, Like some ancient giant monolith . Girt with the stars and mists that lour. All else we see fade fast and disappear Only your prow-like form looms gaunt, austere, As in a sea of fog, now veiled, now clear. Iron structure of the time, Rich, in showing no pretense...
Page 10 - WE do not know and we can not know, And all that is left for us here below (Since "songs and singers are out of date" And the muses have met with a similar fate) Is to flee to the land of shadows and dreams, Where the dawn-flowers grow In the dawn-wind's blow, As morn-rays over life's dream-waste flow To drown the moon in their ambient glow.
Page 10 - eird phantoms rise in the dawn-wind's blow, In the land of shadows the dawn-flowers grow; The night-worn moon yields her weary glow To the morn-rays that over the dream-waste flow. Oh, to know what the dawn-wind murmurs In chapels of pines to the ashen moons; What the forest-well whispers to dale and dell With her singular, reticent runes; To know the plaint of each falling leaf As it whirls across the autumnal plain; To know the dreams of the desolate shore As sails, like ghosts, pass o'er the dawnlit...
Page 10 - Oh, to know what the dawn-wind murmurs In chapels of pines to the ashen moons; What the forest-well whispers to dale and dell With her singular, reticent runes; To know the plaint of each falling leaf As it whirls across the autumnal plain; To know the dreams of the desolate shore As sails, like ghosts, pass o'er the dawnlit main! To know, oh, to know Why all life's strains have the same refrain As of rain, Beating sadly against the window pain. We do not know and we can not know, And all that is...
Page 10 - ... to the ashen moons; What the forest-well whispers to dale and dell With her singular, reticent runes! To know the plaint of each falling leaf As it whirls across the autumnal plain ; To know the dreams of the desolate shore As sails, like ghosts, pass o'er the dawn-lit main! To know, oh, to know Why all life's strains have the same refrain As of rain Beating sadly against the window-pane! WE do not know and we can not know, And all that is left for us here below (Since "songs and singers are...
Page 11 - Flat-Iron." On roof and street, on park and pier The spring-tide sun shines soft and white, Where the "Flat-iron? gaunt, austere, Lifts its huge tiers in limpid light From the city's stir and madd'ning roar Your monstrous shape soars in massive flight; And 'mid the breezes the ocean bore Your windows flare in the sunset light. Lonely and lithe, o'er the nocturnal City's flickering flame, you proudly tower, Like some ancient giant monolith, Girt with the stars and mists that lour.

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