The Ride Home; Poems, with the Marriage of Guineth a Play in One Act

The Ride Home; Poems, with the Marriage of Guineth a Play in One Act

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1913 edition. Excerpt: ...shall we ease us? Ask the Swastika, The Androsphinx. What shall we worship? All is vulnerable; Men worshiped once the spheres. (Brother, lie still and dream!) But now--stars crumble in our hands, things pulverable! Discover God and godhead disappears. Space is--illusion; time--a dial-shadow; Substance--a pinch of dust. (Brother, lie still and dream!) One attribute is irreducible, In Nothingness we trust. Dominion, happiness? Bubbles that blow. Glory? A clod. (Brother, lie still and dream!) Beyond the visible lies the Invisible, Beyond thai, Nothing, God I NAY, DO NOT HOARD YOUR DREAM, do not hoard your dream, poor child, That came to bless, The beautiful, impossible, The Once-Was Happiness. Nay, do not sit for hours in the dark, Crying for that brief glory, Even if you wore it once upon your breast, Let the dream go, poor child, and take your rest. Forget the once-was, not-to-be-again Beloved rapture; What though you thought such joy would never wane, The star once fallen, no mortal may recapture. NAY, DO NOT HOARD YOUR DREAM So let it go, and smile, poor child, Smile through your tears; Build humbler hopes for how else shall you live All the long years? THE SWIMMER LjAST night all night I swam a direful race, Bosoming all night long the long sea-surges, Borne by the buoyant billows as they rode, Rising and falling like a wind-tossed feather, Yet straining with invincible endeavor Upward against the downward-pulling sea, And outward for the bourne that no man knows Against the dreadful drag of heavy shores Weighting the body of clay back to its own. There was no ship, no sail, no foam-washed isle, No fringing reef nor shoulder of wave-washed rock But only I, my forehead and my face The center of the vast vague of the sea, A mote, the smallest in...show more

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  • Paperback | 48 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 104g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123648584X
  • 9781236485847