Old American Verse
We saw a dark light
Hands first o'er nature
Many up to still the wind
We make saws such tools
Each above our night
O, come one now
We best souls
See dead made into
Years those eyes
Are far days away
Men on Sunday's death
Blue wells below our world
Old green poem art here
Flowers upon the sun
Things back again
Till love knows within
Heard down the day's work
Beauty round earth men
Great bells look for kings
American songs shall
Tell of little life's time
Before whose covered last god
The sea never knows thy sky
Thy river out for a new heart
Comes a voice
Came thee under heaven
Eyes weigh through air
Hear good and long
More sweet deep pioneers
Not at home
They are at a fair
Thou with thoughts
Through a Martian's dream.
Acts 16:9
And a vision appeared to Paul in the night;
There stood a man of Macedonia,
and prayed him, saying,
Come over into Macedonia, and help us.
No comments:
Post a Comment