Around and beneath, the dull grey mist and the sullen roar of the sea,
Scant footing-place on the sheer cliffs face—with death for a penalty;
But afar and above there is rest and love, there is hope for brain and hand,
The valleys f...
Half-lost in film of faintest lawn,
A single star in armour
Upon the dreamy heights of
Guards dim frontier of the night,
The pen falls from his nerveless hand, The light is fading from his eyes,
The brain that nobly served his land Darkens and dies
No, never dies
From hour to hour The burning thought is living still;
When first the Gods, whose Empire is eternal, In Time’s deep chalice poured Life’s sacred wine,
Flashed all the crystal cup with fire supernal; Then said they: “Shall the mortal be divine
Shall man usurp the ways the Gods have trod
...
Here in the silence cometh unto me A song that is not mine,
With wash of waves along the cold shore line,
And sob of wind, and rain upon the sea
It is the song and message of the dead
I stood in the heart of the city street,
I felt the throb of her pulses beat,
The thunder of life on the sunny air,
The waves of the people everywhere,
In an age of Mammon and Greed, In an age of Humbug and Cant, Where Speech is greater than Deed In the reign of the sycophant,
Let us turn from the shameless lips that babble of things Divine,
And shout to the God we know not the Song of ...
HE
OY went out from the ranges grim,
And the breath of the mountains went with him;
With a song in his heart and a smile on his face,
Chequered with sunshine and shade—the umbrage of white clouds in motion—Rearing their summits to Heaven, broken like waves on their strands,
Northward and southward and seaward the mountains arise from the ocean—Poised on a height above all,<...
Like weary sea-birds spent with flight And faltering,
The slow hours beat across the night On leaden wing
The wild bird knows where rest shall be Soe'er he roam
Heart of my heart
Girl, with the soft grey eyes,
You to the flowers belong:
From the perfume of a
My heart shall weave you a song
This is the story of one man’s soul
The paths are stony and passion is blind, And feet must bleed ere the light we find
The cypher is writ on Life’s mighty scroll, And the key is in each man’s mind
But who read aright, ye have won r...