Grenstone Poems; A Sequence (Paperback)

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. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ... you: Day holding one and moving solemnly--Night holding two. WHEN THE FIRST BIRD SANG I LOVED you, loved you, with your unseen eyes Sweet to my lips in nearnesses of night, Sweet to my fingers that were trembling light Upon your face to prove my true surmise Of eyes that opened, witnessing with mine. There had not been a sign nor ray of sight, But only love to prompt my guess aright ... Then dawn revealed you slowly line by line. At first I held away your dreaming face From my face. Till the dark-blue light was keen, Still, still I held it--though my passion beat For it. And then all heaven on that place Came down, since nothing ever to be seen Again could hide your eyes, so wild, so sweet SAPPHICS FOR CELIA (Echoing the Greek) than a harp is the voice of Sappho... Let me swing the door to the living garden--Let me lead you, Celia, where Sappho wanders Singing forever. Long ago I dreamed, as a little fellow, Dreams of rosy girls who were scornful of me, Dreams of being mighty to win them over, Making them like me. I remember later, in lusty boyhood, Seeing certain faces indifferent toward me Soften, turn and offer themselves for kisses, Even unwilling. Now, O dreams and passions, I need your magic... I have found a woman to love in terror, Terror lest at last I be unavailing, Loving too deeply. n I believe this miracle cannot happen: Any woman ever be born to sunlight With a gift of wisdom, of exquisite wisdom, Equal to Celia's... I believe that, hearing to-day her laughter Lighter than a harp, is to hear it always. In my spirit's house there caji be from henceforth No lamentation. Ill Love is in her lips as in apple blossoms Creeps a wind, and love is upon her fingers, Faint and subtle zephyr as ever followed Leaves that were trembling. IV He...