Poems
Floats a fair island, fashioned in such wise
That Time's sad feet may never sojourn there,
Nor any hope, nor anguish, nor desire,
Only a spiritual and ceaseless life,
Guarded by silence fraught with harmony.
That Time's sad feet may never sojourn there,
Nor any hope, nor anguish, nor desire,
Only a spiritual and ceaseless life,
Guarded by silence fraught with harmony.
Another Voice
Time led me through his ancient palaces—
The wonder spread therein might blind the world,
Yet from its very blindness bring forth sight.
The wonder spread therein might blind the world,
Yet from its very blindness bring forth sight.
The Man
I was more lonely than the sudden light
Cast on lone hills by sunset clouds afar—
I was not strong to bend my solitude
To aught save dreams, but these could never soar
Cast on lone hills by sunset clouds afar—
I was not strong to bend my solitude
To aught save dreams, but these could never soar
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