King Street
A morn, a sallow lamp-lit morn,
A dawn that never breaks to day
Old, old the faces, and forlorn;
The hearts look out, so seared, so grey
A morn, a sallow lamp-lit morn,
A dawn that never breaks to day
Old, old the faces, and forlorn;
The hearts look out, so seared, so grey
TO a woman's wistful
In a startled wave of feeling,
Swift and sudden,
Sweeps love's flood in,
TE stars above, red stars beneath,
And o'er the bay the brooding hills:
No murmur, save a quiet
That faintly through the darkness thrills,
CE more this Autumn-earth is ripe, Parturient of another type
While with the Past old nations merge His foot is on the Future’s verge
They watch him, as they huddle, pent, Striding a spacious continent, Above the level desert’s marge Loo...
I
AS some faint wisp of fragrance, floating wide —A pennant-perfume on the evening air —From a walled garden, flower-filled and fair,
To drape a sudden beauty long
Upon life's highway desolate and dried —So come you to me, as I, una...
SO I have kissed you
And this hour is mine
Its light along the level future lasts,
It crowns a drab eternity of Pasts
The Earth Speaks:
SH
he drowses, drowses deep,
While my quiet arms I
[According to Maori mythology, the god Tiki created Man by taking apiece of clay and moistening it with his own blood
Woman was theoffspring of a sunbeam and a sylvan
US God made Man to cope with destiny:
Taking the common clay,
ND so in the death-darkened chamber they met,
The woman that once he had loved and the one he loved yet —The wife who had warped his desire and the woman he could not forget
They stood by the bier where between them he slept,
And th...
TH this narrow jostling street, Unruffled by the noise of feet, Like a slow organ-note I hear The pulses of the great world beat
Unseen beneath the city’s show Through this aorta ever flow The currents of the universe— A thousand pulses throb...
OU ask me why I love her;
Not a charm can you discover
Would you
The heart that a shut rose is,
HE has tender eyes that
All her prim, set lips suppress —Daring thoughts that ever
Prisoned in her bashfulness;
Hints of sudden