Across the brook of Time man leaping goes On stepping-stones of epochs, that
Fixed, memorable, midst broad shallow flows Of neutrals, kill-times, sleeps, indifferencies
So twixt each morn and night rise salient heaps:
Some cross wit...
The innocent, sweet Day is dead
Dark Night hath slain her in her bed
O,
Moors are as fierce to kill as to wed
Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland,
Charmer of the sun and sea,
Bright beguiler of old anguish,
How could Famine frown on thee
In the South lies a lonesome, hungry Land;
He huddles his rags with a cripple's hand;
He mutters, prone on the barren sand, What time his heart is breaking
He lifts his bare head from the ground;
I was drivin' my two-mule waggin,
With a lot o' truck for sale,
Towards Macon, to git some baggin'(Which my cotton was ready to bale),
And I come to a place on the side o' the
Life swelleth in a whitening wave,
And dasheth thee and me apart
I sweep out seaward: — be thou brave
And reach the shore,
Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day
Each rules a half of earth with different sway,
Exchanging kingdoms,
East and West, alway
What heartache — ne'er a hill
Inexorable, vapid, vague and
The drear sand-levels drain my spirit low
With one poor word they tell me all they know;
That air same Jones, which lived in Jones, He had this pint about him:
He'd swear with a hundred sighs and groans,
That farmers
ST stop gittin' loans, And git along without 'em:
For ever wave, for ever float and
Before my yearning eyes, oh
dream of
Wherein I dreamed that time was like a vine,
I
The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain Hath blown my half o' the wreck from thine apart
O Love
O Love
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills,
In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ardors and sun-loves and subtle thrills;"Throb,
Beautiful
while the fervent hours...