Laughter In The Senate
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;
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;
All faintly through my soul to-day,
As from a bell that far
Is tinkled by some frolic fay, Floateth a lovely chiming
Thou magic bell, to many a
Life swelleth in a whitening wave,
And dasheth thee and me apart
I sweep out seaward: — be thou brave
And reach the shore,
My soul is like the oar that momently Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:
Each second I'm new-born from some new grave
Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day
Each rules a half of earth with different sway,
Exchanging kingdoms,
East and West, alway
Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly
But Wife, and Harry the four-year-old,
Big Charley,
Nimblewits, and I,
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;
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
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...
Land of the willful gospel, thou worst and thou best;
Tall Adam of lands, new-made of the dust of the West;
Thou wroughtest alone in the Garden of God,
Till He fashioned lithe Freedom to lie for thine Eve on thy breast — Till out of...