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Excerpt from A Sheaf of Verses: Poems
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Excerpt from 'Twixt Earth and Stars: Poems I know that through the waves of air, Some part of all I feel for you, Must surely travel swift and true, Towards the heart for which I care So dumbly, and before it lay The words my lips shall never say. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst...
Excerpt from 'Twixt Earth and Stars: Poems I know that through the waves of air, Some part of all I feel for you, Must surely travel swift...
INTRODUCTION WITH as much grace as if a monoplanist should attempt to write a preface to a book on flying for an albatross, so may a writer of mere prose attempt to pen an introduction to a book of poetry. The bird and man both use the air, but with a difference. So do the poet and the man of prose use pen and ink. Familiarity with tools, used in two branches of one art (or trade), is apt to prove a snare. Music and poetry, the most ethereal of the arts upon the face of them, are in a way more mathematical than prose, for both have formulae. Hence, their appeal goes quicker to men's minds,...
INTRODUCTION WITH as much grace as if a monoplanist should attempt to write a preface to a book on flying for an albatross, so may a writer of mere pr...
THE MOON'S MESSAGE The Moon looked in at the window, And smiled as I wrote to you, She lay like a frail white maiden, In shadowy folds of blue. Her bosom was bare and tender, And slight, for she still was young, And down from her dainty shoulders A mantle of starlight hung. She wooed with a wanton ardour The winds till they lulled to sighs, And night was transformed with beauty, For love of her limpid eyes. The soul of the cloudy darkness Awakened beneath her beams, The sky swooned away with longing, The Earth stirred in tender dreams. Alas for the moon was cruel, Far colder than snow was...
THE MOON'S MESSAGE The Moon looked in at the window, And smiled as I wrote to you, She lay like a frail white maiden, In shadowy folds of blue. Her bo...
