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THE POEMS OF
MAX EHRMANN
GIFT OF
Indiana publishing co
THE POEMS
if
MAX EHRMANN
NEW YORK
DODGE PUBLISHING COMPANY
220 East 23d Street
Copyright,
1906
Cop
by
ight,
1910
Dodge Publishing
Co.
Contents
THE LIGHT OF THE SUN
PORTRAITS OF
WOMEN
Her Acceptance
Yes or No
Her Solitude
Her Dream
A Woman s
Question
Love
Rocking Her Child
A Woman
He Will Come
To You Who Come
at
Evening
You
Who
Afield
in
You
Sweet Content!
Will You Come Back to
1 Sit and Wait
Me?
Thou Mother
The Dawn
One Will Pass the Door
Come, You Who Are Weary
On
May Morning
Nothing
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Child
Once
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The Bride
The One Woman
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the
Love
Night
Revelation
The Lure
of the
In the Night
World
Mysterious Stillness
the
Door
....
Good Night
...
<
........
America
.
Went
The Enemy
Sunday Night
Desire
His Last Toast
Suicide
Night Meditations
The Fool and the City of Content
Myself
I Stood at the Crossing of Two Streets
I Ponder o er Love
The Task
IN
A Man
and a
Woman
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of the
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At the Dance
While a Season Changed
When
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Come Home
Song
After the
Day
Let Pass
Know
Passer-by!
at the Mart
Broken Veteran of Commercial Wars
A
-
Visit to a
Man
of
....
Fame
To-morrow
The Hate and the Love of the World
Often in the Crowded Mart
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In the Hospital
If
TALES
The Old Magnolia Tree
Jeff
PRAYERS
A Prayer
An
An
Artist s Prayer
Easter Prayer
Prayer of Summer
Evening Song
An Autumn
Prayer
Ships Returning Home
Thou
7
World
Whom We
Call
God
of
My
Study
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Winter Prayer
CONFESSIONAL
Prelude
My Native City
I Sit Afraid
Life
In the
Morning Twilight
Eheu!
Out of the Depths
Sterility
The Things
of the Spirit
Psalm
I Am Over Anxious
The House Inside
Through the Mist of the World
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The Light
gf
the Sun
PERSONS
CORONA
MARAH
HENRY
her companion.
MICHAL
Corona s husband.
blind.
Marah s
brother.
CORONA
enters, and feels her way along the balustrade, then across the
balcony to a seat, her fingers moving nervously through the air. She is fair,
tall, and of sensitive beauty.
CORONA
Marah!
MARAH
(From
<within.}
Yes, I
am
here,
and come
at once.
MARAH,
<woman.
She
walks to the balustrade, and looks toward the sunset
Enter
and
the sea.
CORONA
Marah.
MARAH
I
am
CORONA
You came
MARAH
I
Is
Henry coming?
the stillness
is
to you.
CORONA
MARAH
I
ii
.cS/ V*.*.
What
time
CORONA
is it?
MARAH
The sun
And
all
the sky
is filled
begins to sink,
with crimson light.
CORONA
Within your voice there are some worship notes,
As if some one you loved had pressed your lips.
MARAH
wonder of the western sky
That makes one ache for whispered words
For tenderness that drives away all care,
It is the
As dark pursues
at dusk,
CORONA
Do you
see
all
MARAH
Corona, often have I wondered why
It is the evening that we women love.
CORONA
Because
MARAH
I listen.
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The Light
f the
Sun
CORONA
it comes to me
and wait for sleep.
I think in all the world there must be naught
As wonderful as my sweet mother s face.
Marah, tell me of the western sky.
1 understand you better than the others.
Did you not say it was like tenderness?
And
At night
as I
how
lie still
MARAH
Like tenderness.
CORONA
Then
all
things beautiful
I understand.
MARAH
Yes.
CORONA
Then is Michal unto me the god
Of beauty. When I hear his distant voice,
As he comes up the way, I tremble here,
hand on her breast.)
drink the sound as one all day athirst.
His touch of hand is sunset unto me,
(Placing her
And
MARAH
Yes, I
listen.
sunset
stars,
MARAH
(Smiling.)
CORONA
Were you
A moment
since?
I feel
And
is
not so
me
when
it
is
gone.
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The Light
tf
the
Sun
MARAH
(Coming
to her.)
CORONA
Your speech is strange to-night.
and understand it not.
Dear Marah, often now it seems to me
You plunge your mind in these chill waves of thought.
I will not follow you, the world is sweet
And warm. Look out and see if Henry comes.
I like it not,
MARAH
I look,
CORONA
Does tenderness
still
MARAH
More
beautiful
it
grows.
Too
serious
we have
been.
MARAH
(Laughing.)
I
tis
glad
much
like yours.
CORONA
And
Is
it
here
(indicating) just
MARAH
Tis much the same with them.
CORONA
Who s
coming now?
MARAH
I hear
no
steps.
CORONA
Tis Henry,
am
sure.
MARAH
(Looking out by the balustrade.)
Tis he.
CORONA
would that he did hurry now,
For he will bring me words of joy, I know.
I
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The Light
*
the Sun
*
MARAH
What words?
CORONA
O
I
I
And your
at
once.
That
(Rising.)
HENRY
Good news! To-morrow he
will
come whose
art
Corona,
now perhaps
this
very hour
You ll
Oh,
And make
There
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no mistake,
CORONA
(Feeling her
way
to
HENRY.
Interrupting.)
let
me
speak.
No
How
My
own
Oh!
<way
out, calling.)
Michal, Michal!
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The Light
*
the Sun
*
MARAH
See what you have wrought!
If failure
HENRY
It will
not
fail.
sure
it
will not
fail.
MARAH
A
HENRY
I
What harm
do not understand.
Be brought
I did
You
to her to look
if
light
MARAH
A
thousand times
For
this
love her
to her
in a
What
HENRY
I
own
is
than sight.
MARAH
O
Must
I spell
Henry,
HENRY
You
ll
hear no more.
MARAH
Wait, for we both stand this quiet evening
Before the door of a disrupted house.
Often have I been seized with fear that light
Might one day burst into her sightless eyes,
And she too suddenly behold the world.
Her eyes are clear and look like mine and yours,
Save they are dreamier than distant stars
Upon a summer night. Now mark my words:
Long have I known by simple touch of skill,
The Light
Sun
f the
HENRY
Oh, monstrous!
MARAH
And
HENRY
More monstrous!
MARAH
And
fearful
have
we been
HENRY
What
MARAH
Yourself shall punish you for speech like
this.
HENRY
I
ll
hear no more.
MARAH
You
Though
you gave
just
now.
HENRY
What more is there to hear than I have
With your own lips have you condemned
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heard!
yourself.
Than your
He
desire for
my own
chastity.
is
Her
And
And
With
And
(MICHAL
The
The
Oh!
And gone
women who
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The Light
ef
the Sun
some
Is like
noble-featured,
happy
prince,
We
place a leech
work.
all
Ugh!
MICHAL.)
Look, Henry!
HENRY
Michal, have you o erheard?
MICHAL
have o erheard, but I am dead within,
And blame her not. We both have lived a lie.
Marah! I would come and take your hand,
But I would spare your eyes and touch the pain;
1
And have no
And
all
my
night had
I lay
upon
its
all
affection for
bosom
my
youth;
like a child,
god.
And
Was
And women
The Light
When
And
The
$f
the Sun
MARAH
I,
too,
HENRY
I
much more
than both.
MICHAL
My
soul
is
sick as
MARAH
O
(CORONA
MARAH
Peace!
Now
(CORONA
O Michal!
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nearer.)
Michal!
speak to her.
MARAH
must not
we
Whispering.)
Now
silence.
(A pause.)
CORONA
enters.
CORONA
(Feeling her
<way
Michal, Michal!
Michal! Michal!
(Farther on.)
(Near the end of the balustrade.)
(Lifting her
MARAH
Quickly,
brother, follow close behind her steps,
So nothing that is ill befall her now.
She wanders in a maddened fit of joy.
My
(Exit
HENRY.)
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The Light
the Sun
MICHAL
With her enshrouded eyes she
And
stared at me,
am
as one already
mute
in death.
MARAH
Speak not too loud lest we be overheard.
Although I cannot look upon your face,
I see your soul, and inwardly I weep.
A thousand, thousand lies I ve lived for you;
Because your heart is tender as a rose,
And you her lonely life have filled with love.
serve you to the limit of my power.
let us both arouse our saner selves,
And think what shall be done. Come, come, Michal,
And draw thyself together, like the soul
I
ll
Now
know thou
art.
MICHAL
The
light is piercing
MARAH
image made of fear.
go myself and cool her flaming mind,
That withers up the garden of her life.
Stay here till I return; and then we three
Shall try our might to smother out her hope.
Come, come,
this is the
ll
MICHAL
I cannot,
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this.
HENRY
enters.)
HENRY
Marah, she still calls for you and Michal,
And laughs and weeps as does a fitful child;
She bade me quickly find and fetch her husband.
of all my eyes shall drink him
"Ah, first
She says again and o er again, and thus
And thus she smites her forehead with her hand.
What shall be done?
in,"
MICHAL
go to her at once,
While yet her eyes are without earthly light.
She suffers now, I cannot stay. (Starts off.)
I
ll
HENRY
Michal,
Wait, look!
MARAH
Be
silent
(A pause.)
(CORONA
heard catting
in the distance.)
Michal, Michal!
(Nearer.)
Michal, Michal!
(She enters.)
The Light
f the
Sun
CORONA
Marah!
(Agitated.)
MARAH
Corona, do a
moment calm
yourself.
CORONA
O
touch
me
not!
MARAH
I
am
CORONA
Yes, yes you are; your hand is on my head.
A piercing pain runs through my throat and breast.
(Moving frantically backward and faward.}
Michal, Michal! Tell me, where is he? Speak!
MARAH
Corona!
CORONA
Nay,
let
me
A piercing
cry.)
HENRY
(Throws
Thou heaven
Thy touch
is cold,
and palsied
is
thy tongue!
HENRY
Let
me
CORONA
Thy voice thy voice!
(Drawing afoay.)
tis Henry s voice!
tis not thy voice
Tis changed
Michal, Michal, where is he where is he?
(Faces
Who
MICHAL,
is
shrinking.)
this?
MARAH
(Quickly.)
stranger just
come
to us.
CORONA
(To
MICHAL.)
my
new-born
sight.
MARAH
He came
to tell us Michal
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The Light
the Sun
CORONA
(Interrupting.)
MARAH
(Quickly)
He
cannot, he
is
mute.
CORONA
You
To
said
he came
tell
MARAH
(Interrupting. )
He
CORONA
Take him away,
I will
MARAH
(Rushing t&ward him.)
Michal! Michal!
Michal! Michal!
forbear!
CORONA
Give
me
And
sit
Corona
CORONA
my
sick,
Michal! Michal!
CURTAIN
Portraits f
Women
HER ACCEPTANCE
LL
I More
"yes."
tis
Now
You
bliss
tis bliss!
in that chair
little
So
that
little
is
better,
you
off there, I
here
while.
And we
35
sell.
And
were as
yet I
When
ll
No common
me
to the soul.
And though
And through
the ages
Women
Portraits f
By
This
And
in this
commerce
long,
for
me
Still let
And
YES OR NO
(Suggested by the painting of Sir John Millais.)
KNOW my
I For some
Than
sadly to
remember love
is
dead,
And hear cold words that once were soft and sweet,
And feel no more the press of eager arms
Where oft thy head did lie in bliss at eve,
And deign to beg where once thou didst permit.
Give me stern love that s fierce in jealousy,
37
And grows
And lingers
stile,
The
That
By
And
thou forget
sat at dusk,
Portraits f
Women
And
I sat
silently
That yearn
Then
And
And
vows.
my
HER SOLITUDE
LIFE
to-night, no bitterness,
and but one endless thought creeps
dreaming here I sit and think about
MY
As
Nor
is still
joy;
My
And
And
Not always
39
ll
out,
THOUGHT
I lived
I Whose golden
rays ne er
WOMAN S QUESTION
AM
My
I
not meek?
give
my
hand,
my
lips,
my
cheek,
dear, to you,
My
life,
my
soul;
and
And
My
To
revel long; I
dear.
be your toy,
To your
ll
teach
me how.
desire
Of dawn and
My
ll
From now
dark,
dear, I yield,
As withered
though
grass in a burning
field.
40
Portraits
Women
er cease,
My
dear, to cling
To
bring?
But
THE
day
Still,
when
fingers,
and shamed
hunger in
no more in me.
my
came
lips that
up, I said,
feed my heart."
me
not, nor
was some
talk,
why
heaven-born.
And soon
thereafter I returned to
him
loved,
and
is
"I
will
wrought
in love s
name
is justified
of
God."
"Death
be
welcome," I
cried,
"better
a thousand times
and
Portraits
sf
Women
"Wait,"
Wait!"
and
nightly
loved!"
Then he
"No,"
whom
my
I cried,
will have
I love. I will walk with
"I
said
us."
he again.
Softly he said,
me
And
Me
OYOU
That no
to bind
fast;
escape I find?
My
all
days,
The house
of love
is
spirit,
and no key
But
We
ll
of
summer you
we have
the world,
taste
no more.
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Women
Portraits f
my
For
On
this I give
all
and after it
below, above,
earth,
I give
again."
JL
Oh,
yes!"
"You
re spoiling
And,
too,
"I
you
love to rock
"Shall
I
if
"Yes,
"Then
him by custom
tire yourself,
him so each
of that sort,
you
stop,
rest."
tale?"
like."
don
rock a
while."
"No,
He
no,
it
sleeps.
am
I in
joy."
is
To make the
You rock so
For months
is
him
done.
every evening.
And
every time
twill
be
like letting
blood
"Oh,
"A
yes!"
back;
?"
"Yes,
yes!"
"Until
He
will
steal;
"He
"Oh,
will
be handsome"
am
sure of
that!"
46
Portraits
"He
Women
will
maid he
Though
sf
ll
rich,
And you
wed
he
ll
will plan,
economize, and
toil
"Then
Her
And
care,
"The
all
his wealth.
yes!"
true, will
Who
lies
"Yes."
"That
And you
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The actors
Your head
"And
And
as
Portraits
*
Women
*
He ll
Would you
If this
all this
to
pass?"
"Yes."
"I
cannot
"Of
"Again
"Of
understand."
I say I
t."
cannot
t,
understand."
you
AT
saw
I
The dark
And
all
last.
fell fast,
wild,
blast,
Her
by
fallen hair,
Her
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by
fallen hair.
dear."
Was
dead?"
found
at
"The
dawn upon
the frozen
is
no more
shore."
Now
Upon Neponset s
fitful,
icy shore.
TO HER HUSBAND
THOUGHT
50
Women
Portraits f
When
friend
Each time
We
air.
my
journeying, then
burned and
And
it
every time
it
I shall
be bringing a boisterous
heir.
How
But that
You ve
is
outside;
it
is
different here.
You
I hate
Our
you a
lives
bit,
for I
don
t.
Like a ball
rolling, that s all.
HE WILL COME
E WILL
He
will
come, she
said,
He
will
He
come, she
will
come, she
fled
said.
said,
He
will
come, she
said.
53
Portraits
He
And
Women
He
said.
you
The world
1KNOW
But
oft
is full
You
beside
am
me
here.
sad,
Why
all
the night
is
turned to day,
d planned.
And
And
And
often
We women
The
heart
is
love that
we may
live;
I
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And
myself
YOU
The crimson on
all
my
And
Because
have no
am
See, I
I give;
my
cheek should
tis
not afraid,
heart
is light;
flee in fright,
there delayed
fear.
oft
have prayed,
My
HOW
of life?
toil
that I
freely live.
might
swear the cries of beaten slaves turned not my ear,
nor wails of stunted children that the sea of want
doth give.
There was no order in my days. I slept and ate as
instinct called, and heeded every wanton passion
near,
face, a form, a
wags, and
54
Portraits
Women
And though
How
You touched my
Things
came
Out
and God;
truth and mercy bloomed within my soul, and
kindly words bred fast upon my lips, and bliss came
where I trod.
And long I lay upon the grassy earth, your hand in
mine, and listened to your voice that showed the
better way;
And
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you
you who were fated not
to stay.
am
If I
my
women know
it is for you;
a song has left my lips, some clear and simple
song that comfort brings within some lonely heart
of rue,
And
It is
voice,
if
woods
past;
And
if
songs of love,
it
is
because your
spirit
holds
me
fast
I pressed my lips to yours in the secret, voice
woods, where daffodils and running vines for
ever blow;
And where in tender dreams of waking hours, through
all the silent years, my vagrant footsteps often
come and go.
Because
less
On
the Shores
f the Sky
THE AWAKENING
every village and city and house of the
fields,
And
as
it
changed;
it
filled the
spaces of} the sky in diverse running streams, like the
currents of the sea. Half asleep I lay on the breathing
breast of the music rising, ever rising out of the
troubled world below.
continents.
It
by music
in the
feels the
warmth
When
59
is
it?"
and
was
told.
And one
you have a
MAYBEthe
like
60
On
the Shores
f the Sky
You, too, with the still soul, have your mission, for
beneath the dashing, noisy waves must ever run the
silent waters that give the tide its course.
WHOE
And
And
all
Within thy
For once
No
evil
thought,
that selfishness
life
hath wrought.
lt
find
Nor master s
voice unkind.
Here
The
TO A SOLITARY
often have I unpacked my heart under the
night hours, and scorn
ful of the days and years as they passed the horizon of
the present!
HOW
Why
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by
lacking the
the stars in
In meditation
I trod the
unwarmed by human
breath; and
vision widened, the sweet noises of the
peopled valley died away, and the songs of love with
the
air
though
ered on
is
chill,
my
my
lips.
inner cathedral.
to look
hilltop of
strains of
still
of things.
Therefore,
62
On
the Shores
f the Sky
and
sit
house.
IS A GOOD DEAL OF
GRANDILOQUENCE
SEE THERE
in
my
And no
that
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when
troubles not;
The growing
voice;
the universe
is
with you.
AFIELD
TRILLED
wander
afield.
child led
this
by
day of
thousand
my
content.
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On
the Shores
f the Sky
air.
And something
with
the
will rise in
routine
tiring
till
the crimson
of
THOU MOTHER
dream, or do I look on thee
Tis thou, my eyes do not deceive.
Again thou whisperest through the years to me,
I feel the pressure of thy lips at eve;
Again thy kindly, moistened eyes I see,
And hear sweet counsel that I should not grieve,
Thy gentle arms around me tight as we
Rock slow, and I thy sweet caress receive.
Yet oft I see thy face with sorrow wrung,
I but
DO Once more?
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O SWEET CONTENT!
O SWEET
content! where
is
Within thy
mind."
to
me,
friend,
still
blend
Of
I
fears.
On
the Shores
f the
Sky
Some
I
prayer
hear
Soon
And
past
Will be
my
my
voice at
last,
be falling thick,
voice at
last.
And once
My
friend,
SIT
still
blend
AND WAIT
And
1SIT
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of trade
From
Where
Now
And
thought,
feet
is
naught
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On
the Shores
f the Sky
THE DAWN
morn
ONE
O
"Have
hurled
"O
The joy
And though
Dark
hand approach
my
sleep,
YOUR
first
to this
duty
is
Into this
he would laugh
let
at
COME, YOU
my
lie
down
to peaceful sleep.
ON A MAY MORNING
AM
i
of morning.
The passing
softly, silently.
my
joy.
abandon myself!
tasting earth.
70
On
the Shores
f the Sky
my
body
brothers, the grass and the trees, and all breathing and
breathless living things the great mother ever preg
nant!
lips
in the still
morning
wash myself
my own
and asking
questions.
To-morrow
now
acknowledge
my
am
in
I lie lazy
kinship with
Peace
soul.
lies
my
TV7
are you
writing?"
you
writing?"
story of perfect
"A
"Lay
are
"I
are
love,"
answered.
live
with
me
she said.
writing,"
am
ready!"
cried,
and
was nothing
arising, I started
there.
toward
A CHILD
O OMEWHERE a
child
is
crying to
me, calling
me somewhere
me by name, by
words of endearment.
1
almost see
almost hold
its face,
it
somewhat
fast to
like
my own
long ago.
me.
feel
72
On
f the
the Shores
The man
me
in
arises,
and
am
lifted
Sky
up by the thought
that I shall not die, but live again in these hands that
stroke my cheek, and in these lips that mingle their
silent,
but cannot
will not,
and
am un
vision of a child
myself.
Often have
dream,
when
And
Thus
ing me.
ONCE
distant
ONCE
73
His
night
and since
was
The
human
kindly
and
come; and rushing down from the mountain top, I
sought again the world of women and men, the warm
water of human things touching me on every side. In
lane and mart I walked with men; drank from the
cup of love till I was subdued with joy, yielding child
Now the mountain
like to the manner of the world.
top is far away; but the love of dying things is mine,
for out of death our love is made; and I am with
my
kin.
74
LONG
Now
And
after a while
though
as
me
if
to
said,
know
a great calm
embrace one
"It
loved,
my
arms,
is enough."
And the brass images of the earth fell from me, and I
was made free as the wind is free, and fearless as the
wind is fearless out of the voice of the luminous
worlds and the love of the night.
still
REVELATION
weeks in the dust and heat of
the noisy strife of the crowded world,
covered daily with the grime of toil
after long
the city, in
ONCE,
And
I said to
myself
stars
II
Now
and
that night
feel the
But now
know
is
am more
that nightly
God
And
city
is
God
shall
"I
think
you
more?"
The wind
go
to-night,"
the dead
voice said.
"I
cannot understand.
summer s
romance?
idyl,
only
little
page
in
your
in
the
life s
woods
when the trees were green, the grass soft, and the sky
a dome of shining sapphire. Were we not happy? You
often told me so. It will be summer again like that.
Oh, stay! Hear the moan of the wind; and the world
is
cold outside.
Oh,
stay!"
go
to-night."
Into
the
"Oh,
stay!
And
stand!"
79
dark,
"Cannot
cannot under
IN
and
HAVE
sat
by one
still,
still
night,
lights dying
one
world
And
felt
like a fountain of
you
you
felt
unafraid,
And
And
the
Pharaohs
GO
I me, and
gone.
I sit thinking of gentle men and women who prowl
not about the haunts of trade, thinking of nights of rest
80
may
FEW
am
by an open window.
Everything
is still,
and the
The sky seems very near, and the stars lie over the
heavens like fields of daisies stretching on and on.
The moon is passing in and out of the clouds, making
a shadow-checkered day of the night, and breaking the
sky with shafts of gold.
All silent, the universe
is
doing
its
work
-beautiful,
mysterious, religious!
What was
little
FOR
wandering
small are
pother!
81
all
all
me
And
vites
and the
back
of the world.
we had
that
ing our
that
homage
we had
live plainly!
woman
he loves.
O LONELY WORKERS!
IDE
it
as
men
will,
man
is
the vision of a
woman;
on the background
82
night
woo you
also!
That
WHAT
And
Where
steal
passions dart
At day?
What
When
this is past
And gone?
Scorn not, therefore, the inner song
eve.
Nor scorn
That
evening sky
day.
AT NIGHTFALL
I
THOUGH
my eyes to
know
I shall
in the
GO
I
I
if
to
embrace one
my
arms, as
I love.
I
The
is
The
light in each
Weary,
house
I
is
story of rewards.
at last, still
84
GOOD NIGHT
OOD
And
But
feel
them coming on
good
night.
The Book
gf
Rebellion
AMERICA
rise
Thou lover
LINCOLN,
of the lives of
soil,
toil!"
LAMENTATIONS
THAT
that I
make
would
me
let
out
all
within.
forgotten.
called large
cities,
placidity.
of
Per
For
stifle
myself
in
tenderness I
90
man
sell
one
for
seen a
What more
is
revelation
upon
demand?
Here
revelation!
of the world!
But
faded, a harp
page.
Be
WORK
And
i and
And
why
Him
out.
92
The Book
And when
to a
gf
Rebellion
wood; and
some day
And
And
was a tongue
And soon
my way
was
back,
silent
still
and
hear the
93
to university,
and
saw everywhere
{JOURNEYED
bodyEverywhere chairs of
this
and
that, largely
human
I a chair of the
endowed.
heart;
human
HE
He
DREAMED
Till
morn.
He
angel
saw nearby the gate
asked to be his mate.
He
told of all
In houses
And
And
"I
who
ve gained so
"No
toil
soil,
much
of earth, shall I
fair
lived by
on bounteous
trade he led;
his,
that in
grand he trod
from God
his gardens
An
so,"
man
die?"
94
The Book
f Rebellion
What have
THEY
To work and
I
cannot understand.
They
that toil-
Why
Them
and
Their loud and
too,
lo!
shall
wake
And
No
less
than you
They ll come
Therefore,
in
myriad swarms.
On
95
THOU
And
evil
What
great virtue
is
self-assurance,
thine
Who
thee,
No
born-
kind,
The Book
Rebellion
twilight,
THE ENEMY
a long time one who had seen the spirit told the
about the love of God, inspired hope in their
tired souls, and taught them the things that we call the
KR
:ople
things of the
spirit.
his
And some
them
like a desert,
and
valley.
of
storm raged?
And
spirit,
cried out,
And
straight they
seen the
97
for
his heart.
And
hill,
SUNDAY NIGHT
to the world
Back to
BACK
To
to-morrow morn,
Back
And
Of worshipers going
From
all
to starve or do.
To
Back
The Book
Rebellion
DESIRE
SAID
to
my
desire,
"What
Wilt
I thou have
the beauties of
My
desire
"Shall
art?"
made no
reply.
to the far
My
desire
made no
reply.
"Ah,
fame
everywhere?"
Yet made
my
desire
no answer.
My
desire said,
therefore
am
"I
desire nothing,
miserable."
LET
99
it,
My
Away
I
My
s farewell to
tale
when
them
all is
that
tell
er.
SUICIDE
(Chatterton)
T HOU
And
The hope
Unsought
my
my
lyre
In sweet ambition
s sunlit
And
The Book
Rebellion
NIGHT MEDITATIONS
beautiful world, set in a heaven of wonders,
in the gifts of nature, modeled in the
THIS
abounding
great fancy of
some
beautiful world!
why
is it
earth,
But
earth.
101
..
vision at a feast.
Great God,
is it
Thy
to slavery
enemies of society
and the useful be damned
and want?
palsied
answer
me
Or if, after all, this life should be the end, who will
requite the toilers in the dark corners of the earth?
The faith that Thou wilt yet do justice stays the knife.
us,
we
if
are
some
again
of want!
102
THERE
passed him
And
made
in jest
And
mound
memorate the
com
fool.
and he looked as
And
father s
"O
for
father,
see!"
and the
he likewise saw or
And through
like that
103
and
And
the fool arose from his tomb and wept for the
children of the people he had loved.
MYSELF
the questions have I asked,
All things have I tried;
ALL
And
am
fled
dead,"
I said.
Thus
Of
Of
life, till
grew
sick
Might
Back
die.
pushed
all
human
creeds,
MYSELF
Was
in awe,
saw
law.
104
The Book
I
Rebellion
1 and
watched the
lines of
going.
I stood until
my
watching.
It
seemed to
quickly
all
life
moved more
Some breaking
might go the
into
lines, that
they
faster.
kinsmen;
And
What
art
and
What
Who
and
race,
And
105
PONDER O ER LOVE
PONDER
I O
O er
er
hard-headed
men
of trade,
And
women,
And humble,
And
O er
O er
solitary
the
And the
er the
er the
O
O
And
O er
women who
sit in
gloom,
O er
I
just,
The Book
Let
Let
Rebellion
me
me
That
And
the
life,
THE TASK
KNOW
I This
Nor
107
still
As
life.
my
know
crammed
And
raging Witt
young men;
all
else failed,
were
real!
Ill
And
how He made
Just
With
To them
Nor
quench the
thirst of earth.
108
IV
Amid
The
All nature
And
Nor
And
That
What
109
childless,
Once
homeless,
solitary
souls.
The
helots
mute of wanton
avarice.
And
The Book
And
Rebellion
What
scar-marked souls,
thought?
of these that
fell
VIII
fled,
And
The
God
X
Here, then, abides the work of wakened man;
To break the chains that would a brother bind,
And stay the misered hand that now is full,
To draw grim profit s heel from childhood frail,
hell,
gold,
love.
XI
The sunshine calmly paints
Each day in still extremities
twilight hues
of earth;
its
112
The Book
And nowhere blooms
The
And
The
gf
Rebellion
in mellow night,
soft peep forth like village lights at eve;
forest winds resound the melodies
aglow
That
O er
And wandering
113
In the Garden
*
Love
*
When
HAST
all
sang low
The music
Hast never
ory
sat
march
to so silently
and slow?
mem
s tears,
lived within
joyous years?
Tis sweet this sadness that comes on
gins to
when
all
the
night be
fall,
And
me now;
has
left
And on
my
vessel s shattered
its
steady course
it
keeps
prow.
And
life
you ll
find
some hidden
face
So
let
the night
grow
thicker
still
storm,
There
armored
earthly
safe within
my
harm
TO BE WITH YOU
TO
And
BE
all,
listen to the
bird s
call,
The
To
To be somewhere
stars,
unkindly
jars,
To
this
evening
mystic
shade,
To
tell
you mine,
all
unafraid
To
listen to the
harp of summer s
breeze,
stars,
beneath the
lisping trees,
To
To
feel
dew
The
To
118
Garden f Love
In the
A MAN AND A
A MAN
and a
woman
WOMAN
them from
the light.
their love.
The night came over the world and the wood; and
seeing they had tarried too long, they determined to
return at dawn.
But it is an odd story do you know,
grew morning in that wood?
it
never again
AT THE DANCE
VV 7E
\\
Of
And
friends
But here
"Before
er
its
is
music
here,
all
and dawn
"I
my
captive;
dew,
"Oh,
Still
And
"For
ll
the house of
life is
light!
And
And
fall.
"And
ll
narrow,
That
WHILE
other
city,
filled
just as
cities;
of
buildings and trade and the petty histories
of
histories
by
the
families,
preserved
and
each,
petty
With
word
of lips;
120
Garden
In the
Love
sf
With
But
all
of a solitary
years.
WHEN
COME HOME
Me
WHEN
A
When
And
As
will
in the
We
O er
you
And
as
The
grief the
will you
of old will
And
make me smile
With you the while?
will
you
So
to
You
I see
you run
into
my
arms
at last,
wait
late.
SONG
night is here and through the sky the stars
are creeping;
The tired day has closed its door;
My heart is sad and I am weeping,
I see her face no more.
THE
"Oh,
dear heart,
here,
how
oft
ve sat in
summer
weather,
The
"Although
know my
wild heart
soften,
ll
breathe a prayer to
you."
122
In the Garden
Love
As
other
DRAW
even
Do not
in
times,
talk or
my
me
here,
dear;
smile,
As
LET PASS
pass, dear heart, let pass
this brief distress that grieves thee so
This pain,
LET
Of
their
ill
aught
words, nor does the growing green
In
Whose
OTHOU
Beneath
tiny
thou,
Thy
Thy
If
some one
or this
U)VE
is
kind.
124
DEPART
laden, for I
me
ye
who
are
Who seeketh
gold and the plaudits of men will find them in me, but
who seeketh the things of the spirit will not find them
in me. I am the battleground and the battle, the thun
der of war, the cry of children. Who goeth in me must
hasten and not tarry, for I am the riot of men. Towers
of Babel build I, yet warm no hearth-stone for the
human
heart.
am
am
careless of
life,
and whosoever
am
laughed
with the laughter of the sea. No desire of the sky
in his heart, only a strong man s love for the game
of the lapping wave.
HE
was
And playful was the sea as a tigress with her cub; but
he had known the teeth of angry waves, and he kept
his eyes over the water.
And
And
127
And
bound
And soon the whir went out of the wind, and the
moving hills and valleys of the sea turned to still
meadows, and peace lay over the water, and the sea
waited.
man.
The
and
filling
last the
filling
Then
lap;
JL
to requite
him
was no one
laid its
turned to
lies;
And
also called
and
and
if
alone,
was overheard by
aloud, he
And
his friend
more,
lest
valueless.
"The
Hate
when he stood
And he
"The
Hate of the
World."
And
Then brought he
deed
"The
forth his
Love of the
which was in
and when he told the
first picture,
World";
from the
life,
and others
said,
"We
him
not.
him
city."
And
And
And
130
KNOW
Because you
AND
To
aside
ve tried
And
And
I
are
you
tired
know.
not,
You
You
say I rhyme
With
I
selfishness
know.
And
No
From
I
strangers
know.
hopeless
work
of her unwooed,
s
unseen
distress,
Its sleeplessness;
know.
of years,
tears;
stray
so
And you
of face
All warped and drawn in time s caprice,
I d bring you peace.
In secret longing all you go
I
know.
I ve dined in
good men
heard the
I ve
gracious halls;
calls
Of
And
I
And broken
I
know.
I give,
My
and
life
Here where
all
in
if
my
shadows dark
but to
live,
I stand.
grow
know.
common thought
has wrought;
That from the dregs of drear despair
My
life
Still everywhere
There is a joy I yet may
Tis comradeship
With
I
all
sip
know.
132
PASSER-BY, O
passer-by!
To you
each day?
If so, I ask
courage came,
And
And
happiness
childish fears
with me
YOU
and
do
con
me, pro
133
know
you.
battle of middle
AFTER
of the
life,
all
who
Grow
hills
And
pHUS
If
spoke he:
and
And
But
child
135
TO-MORROW
you ve said to-morrow
Is time enough to speak a gentle word
To one whose olden friendship time had blurred
And set to naught sweet trysts of other years,
When life and love and faith were pledged with tears
That flowed as others griefs you heard
To-morrow you intend to speak the word.
HOW
oft
In discontent, to-morrow
Is then the golden day when you have thought
To build the temple which in dreams you d wrought
So beautiful that aged men would say
With pride they knew you in their childhood s day.
Though old ambitions come to naught,
To-morrow is the golden time you ve thought.
When worn
off in
And
136
Then to-morrow
You ll freely yield your aching heart the time
To weave some love romance of purest rhyme.
Art lonely?
You ll speed
to one
With thoughts
To-morrow you
who
When
You ll
To-morrow,
Fast
to-morrow!
137
The Poems
f Max Ehrmann
women
and babes
I
last
pittance
the sting
have heard the iron din of war, and have seen the
waxen
And
have cried in
known
my
heart,
"the
world
is
hate!"
ests,
grass of meadows;
I
men
ing
women;
passion of youth;
And
have cried
in
my
heart,
"the
world
is
love!"
138
my
still
sings,
And
like
me
bring
selfish slaves of
some
men,
to myself again.
IN
THE HOSPITAL
ONE
And
NO
And
dear.
and gold,
And
me
back!
I still
am
sleep,
young,
still
By quiet evening
And plans repeated
And last a sweet
139
voice
light,
o er and o
good-night.
er,
and gold!
IF
fall,
YOU
beautiful,
beauty;
D
"Oh!
Of
that you
write?"
yes, so
my
is."
140
tell
"Then
did not
"I
You
And
are.
you
"Indeed
If
so poorly
poorly
think of
dressed?"
dressed."
how you
live.
your reward
I understand
that is
"And
do not
"You
travel.
Do you
travel,
sir?"
yes, I
"You
love
"Come,
"Oh!
women,
all
by any woman,
sir;
children of your
every child is
own?"
mine."
pay me
yes, they
very well,
know."
indeed."
"Yes,
"Oh!
yes!
that
is
very
different.
Oh,
investments."
yes!"
YOU
honest,
IF
in
it
your mother
arms.
called worldly
And
this is
what
wisdom.
But you, if you are poor and love your fellow-men, the
gilded doorway of the house of fortune is closed to
you; and you will look with moistened eyes and hunger
in your heart till the evening shadows of your last day,
yet will it not open.
And here is the triumph: to stand cheerfully outside
and serve, though the coveted doorway open ever and
anon to them of lesser virtue; and to grow old mean
while, with face turned toward the golden west, watch
ing the last sunset, loving, hoping and believing still;
and through the shadows of the falling night, to see
yet a few of the faces of youth s old dreams still luring
us onward and onward.
all, perhaps this is to have entered the doorway,
and to have dwelt in the house of fortune.
After
AS
arm,
YOU
with
You who
in, sitting
shopsis
daily
browse in
libraries
it
I implored the
pages to yield their wisdom to me! No speech can
explain the unworldly joy that was in me, while I
pursued the thoughts of one the world had dubbed
an immortal seer.
142
fool!
The awakening
less,
no more
But now
And
on
my shoulder to the
And on my return, I
light of a lamp,
one called
it
in his
And
of
as I returned to
my
my study,
was in me,
him who took me by the hand.
143
I As
want
an
to see
old,
And
leaned.
With
color
And
He
made
finally replied,
And bowing on
And questioning
"Ah
with
many
Ah s
147
cept jes
right heah;
Mas Hambleton
Of white-capped cotton
fields
now
fresh o errun,
And
clime,
And
Me
see
And
As
tree, or
That
"It
ll
Or
this
failed,
tell
to heed,
have
ll have it down
to-morrow by this hour!"
With these sharp words his form began to cower,
And
o er his face
now
life
the
talk like
dat,"
Miss;
Dey
Fu
days, an
An den he talks
When he comes
back, po
till
Mas
He
fas
An
He
An
nurse,
An jump
nts.
150
Ole
A-sayin
gone,
De
lid le
An
An
fo
we know
free
fas
pass,
One
We
ma
One
Like fa
Whah
And
Till stars
Ah
152
Seem
like
dem ah
de voices ole of
fo
you
love;
up ah hears
JEFF
(The Story of a Horse)
A SOUTHERN
on an autumn day
the war had passed awayA street where men and loaded wagons stand;
And coming slowly through that street of sand
A load of wood drawn by a horse that s lean
And old. The driver with a savage mien
city
Now
He
An
ma
You
Ah
Ah
crack
wrist;
ma
I S3
all
Ma
head.
Ole
Jeff,
can*
An
cause he is po an lame;
he can pull like young hoss kin,
His
ribs a-stickin
blame
heap o
Long
An
Wid
Dat
fo
De war begin
De bugles call,
,
ole
Mas he
dat s Jeff.
lef;
We
Along de
Is
Massa he
dat ole
A-sayin
gwine to
rive not fa
away,
like a race
De
letter
Dat
make po Missus
cry.
all it say,
As wind,
till
you
fin
him
at las
you!"
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->
Ah
niggah,
whah you
ridin
so fas
?"
Till
Whah
"Ride
Ah
Ah
sees de
smoke
de sky,
by;
a-runnin* roun*
rise to
Ah
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pass
some men
Ah
De
De
An
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now
An*
Seem
like
Jes
Dar
off to
die;
As
Ah
Dar
De
Fu
rattle pain
raspin
ma
soul
Cept
Ah
jes
guides
Ole Missus
Ring
in
ma
Stay by him
words, as on
ears,
"Stay
till
de war
by
breeze,
de trees;
ah
ride,
his side
is fru,
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An
All
still,
An look an
Whah many
An
neigh ag
in!
den evahthing
still
Ah
sees dat
we
ain* all
alone,
Ma
An
De
An
me aroun
ma boss,
De
De
Ah
strikes a
It s
Jes
De
like a funeral in
de da
k.
down as if to ha k
what we about.
Long time pass, den de sun come out
An* spread de daylight all roun
As on an* on we homeward boun*.
Ole Missus nearly die. Ole Mass
He laid away. De war gone pas*,
An* men don kill each othah, an*
stars look
Ag in
an* see
is in de Ian*.
Ole Missus she done sell nigh all
We got cept Jeff. An den one fall
She sell him, too; but ah done keeps
Ma eyes on him dat of en weeps
When some his owners treats him bad;
An when dey treats him good ah s glad
See heah, kin man,
Jes like a chil
Dat Jeff hoss done got ole; he can
Do much mo work. Ah give you dis
Heah watch fu him; an you won miss
Him none. You will? an it s a trade?
Lawd, it s de bes ah evah made!
Same as you loves your chil or wife,
Ah loves dat hoss jes like ma life.
Dey all done gone away, you see,
Cept jes us two, ole Jeff an me.
An ah ain nevah done agwine
To part from him no mo*. He mine,
Ah his, an* we bofe ole an bent;
Jes poverty
went.
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a
He
And
The horses
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A PRAYER
I
ET me
do
my
if
the darkened
changing years.
Spare
me from
bitterness and
from
my
AN ARTIST S PRAYER
God,
Thou who
The curtains
LORD
This
My
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brush
may
glide,
o er whatever cloth
now
to
And
tired
women
That youth
on highways hard
Commanding
that they
all
bow low
their heads;
Whose muscles
While mine
May
But
all
all
in
And
let
my
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AN EASTER PRAYER
Thou the dreams and songs and love
JTvthat enchanted the garden of my youth, filled with
the joys of a thousand hopes in the still morning s
twilight, and dawning visions in the shadowed, starry
night. As the kindly earth yields forth each spring her
budding brood, so in the barren winter of my heart
may there bloom again the rose of sweet content.
RESURRECT
O er
crowded
streets, give
Thou
a place of
Thou
and though
strangely
evening.
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A PRAYER OF SUMMER
O WORLD
life!
Sweet summer,
may
EVENING SONG
me
GIVE
My
And
Give
My
go
say
No word
But
to gladly
way
let
of
me
me
the strength to do
task
I ask;
And leave
The eve
All undisturbed as we
Our strength of souls retrieve.
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And
lastly give
sweet sleep,
Closed sight,
No
That
fright
fears will o er
And now
me creep;
a sweet good-night.
AN AUTUMN PRAYER
the great green earth has turned to gold; and
the fruit is gathered, and the grain is garnered.
in the autumn of life, mellowed by experi
may
NOW
we
So
SHIPS RETURNING
WE ARE
all
experience,
HOME
May we
and
that
in times of
And, over
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Thou whom
LONG
my
all
its
A WINTER PRAYER
the lifeless earth, the birds are gone,
the naked trees the shrill wind
Though the world outside be chill and dead,
lies
and through
COLD
whistles.
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a
the world within us resound with gleeful songs,
and the chambers of our hearts be warm with hope
and love. And may many an evening s merriment,
beside the hearthstone s cheerful glow, make sweet
may
AM
I once
remind
a
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*
PRELUDE
not making a book that will live or a book that
I have no thought whether it will live
will die.
1AM
or die.
I am for my own sake manifesting myself, looking at
myself, encouraging and criticising myself.
I see you as you pass on the street, but I do not see
the inner chamber where you live the many colored
chamber of the soul.
I think I
of
my
Many
courage;
But most of
would
know
and
out,
the
the
quiet night.
MY NATIVE
CITY
LONG
walk.
the southeast.
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dreaming again.
When
My
walk led
have been
me upon
hill
to
some
The Poems
cattle grazing
city lay at
my
f Max Ehrmann
on the wayside
and behold!
my
native
feet.
this nest
among
the trees.
How much
of earth
planned here
down here
lain
to repose at night!
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How many places where elegance and beauty once
reigned have fallen to base uses! and how many, merry
with midnight music and the dance, have been lifted
into immortal joy, as if death were not!
II
But thou, too, must pass away; and where now is trade
and manufacture, God in His time will plant another
forest; and it will grow, and no man will know that
thou dwelt there.
On
love,
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What
I,
thou, country,
remains?
SIT
away
WORLD, how
AFRAID
And
Yet have
And my
I hear
I loved you,
heart has been
of you.
are you
should care for your love?"
you
That we
I answer,
But I loved
say,
am
"I
full
"Who
nothing,
you."
am nothing,
answer again,
have reached my hand to the lowest,
And I have sat with want
That the weak might be nourished,
And the lonely filled with love."
Each one of you would I have folded in my arms,
Not in the public place in view of eyes,
But on the unseen path of every day,
And
But
"I
was
For
my
heart
My
lips
blooming with
And
softer
strains
full of
in
Now
you,
wild, sweet
songs at morn,
evening s twilight hour.
and scourged me.
LIFE
with the stars on the hill of life
And looked at the world below.
I ran with the winds where the winds begin
And followed them where they blow.
1SAT
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by the sea on the beaten rock
rode on the farthest wave.
watched by a child on its night of
I lay
And
I
And
The
followed
lips
it
Touched mine
I
know
birth
to its grave.
all
to
my
press
soul within;
The gold-garnished
And
love in the
When
Has
earth
still
was
all
my
IN
I stand
am
HERE
all,
living
my
before
The
You
with
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my
ously
friend!
many
parts in the
swim
felt in
me
the passion to
a sea of lust.
worlds.
know
There you go
I
know each
all
in
Confessional
me on
me, so would
this
emerald
have you
field
still
face,
morning
waking
EHEU!
WAS
I
half-born songs;
was not
181
in after years
by glow of
light
In evening
still,
or by the music of
some
lonely stream,
in
I could
that held
my
of
my
soul,
tuneless lips!
I sit alone
truth,
my
youth.
MYA
LIFE
is like
a ship that
s lost at sea,
will play,
The sombre
A
A
To which no
Am
lips
STERILITY
Confessional
But
thing that shall endure and prove my power.
instead I do nothing, and sit whimpering in a corner.
my
spend
my
heart.
I turn as a
summer
that
is
me
will
free
unchain
and
me from
the rocks!
Who
will
of hope! Who
enchanted palaces! I am ungathered grain that the
frost has nipped, a cloud that sends no rain when the
earth
is
parched.
breast
who
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lives;
SPIRIT
understood me?
HAVE
forest?
that passes by me in fevered haste knows
not; nor takes me by the hand, for what shall it
profit any man loving only things to be my friend?
The world
me
Once
my poems
told
me
that I
And
And now
moment and
experience.
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A PSALM
no
WHEN
wander
have
God
in the fields of
forever.
AM OVER ANXIOUS
grow
DAYS
many
winters.
Hope
memory, returns
less
and
human
heart.
O
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age,
where
is
is
cast aside.
But surely
this is
this is not
all.
not
all.
Every
And what
sleep
to
But you
me, for
I shall
And though
I am that I
will
conduct
know
shall
satisfied.
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THE HOUSE INSIDE
WANDER
I
lessly.
As
life.
I pass
quiet.
is
not
far
me
iris
still
flame of saffron.
save in symbols.
It
seems
in
it,
like a light, a
still,
human
oh!
it
seems that
am
my
runs through
DO
It
seems
to
me
life.
walked out
in
toil,
my
soul and
was
Confessional
*
will of friends,
I loved.
Oh,
how
I should
The God
And
human
And
of
in the
dim
light I
life.
Out
my
Toil,
something,
life
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heart,
gentle
sought, brought
the withered
And now
wander
me
to pain I cut,
denying
bound me
life,
my human
lingering where I
will,
nothing.
as I myself
am
to see again
gentler,
older and
and
more
compassionate.
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