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Spring morning



Spring morning



I caught this morning,

  And I caught the venal being.

 The blue sky in the spring,

  The little cloud on the wing.

 

Dawn drawn falcon in his riding,

  Of the underneath him thermal air,

    and striding.

  Rung upon the rein of a wing,

    Rolling revel and rising.

  And then off forth on gliding,

    On a bow-bend the hurl and swing.

  How was a little thing.

 

And wind flapped crawl,

  wind was still,

    shaken out dead from grass and hill.

  And I closed the window,

    at the wind's will.


Green pastures, still waters


Green pastures, still waters

 
I'd a vision to-morning,
 as I fell asleep;
The touching sight,
 grief melts away,
  like snow in April;
 
Green flames wave brightly,
 and still waters dreamth fairy;

 as the flowers in Spring;
How clear and sweet are thy returns,
 
 
It is a sight to engage me,
  if anything can,
 to muse on the perishing pleasures;
The years creep slowly,
But life is short as we are,
 And our enjoyments have a stil shorter,
  and die sooner than we,

  like snow in April:






Light Trap



Light Trap


The summer night settles down
With smell of burnt and wet.
 
The deserted street sleeps
With only one store glowing
Softly, like a rowboat on de ocean
 
With one light trap, naked bulb
That shines and sounds on killing.
 
Thinking how it used to be,
Finding it slids away to grey,
And now a million days between.
 Then time resumes,

The morn comes to consciousness.


Torching Myth



 Torching Myth

 

Sun goes down;

 Down to the shadow:

The black blessed day;

 Day and Myth;

The shadow glows fill the air;

 And the shade changes every levels:

 

In this kind of the skies, i think;

 May the all's right be with the world.


And I Have Felt



And I have felt,



And I have felt,

 

A presence that calling me with the thrill,

 

Of elevated thoughts,

 

Of some far more deeply interfused;

 

 

Whose dwelling is the flame of life,

 

And the round night,

 

And the living shadow,

 

And the sun of rising,

 

And in the motion of human being,

 

A impels all objects of all thought,

 

And rolls through all things;

 

 

 

I warmed hands before the fire;

 

It sinks, and I am ready to depart;

 

And I with them shall traveled on;

 

Throgh all Futurity. 







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