Yellow Clover - Tapa blanda

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ... When at the last I lift my lids to brook The close-bent face of Death, perchance I'll see Your wide, sweet eyes, with their eternal look Of childhood, smiling through the mist on me. WHERE TIME'S LONG RIVER Where Time's long river hushes in the sea, Beyond the furthest coast of starry space, I dream that my far traveller waits for me, Poised like a bird in glad, impatient grace. WHITE ROSE White rose, white rose, Thou that art All my garden, Walled, apart, Grief my white rose, Thorn in heart! WHITE ROSE 67 White rose, pale As brooding star Over Arden, Where dreams are! All shall fail That is not far. White rose, white rose, No storms beat On thy petals, Blooming sweet, Love my white rose, At God's feet. White rose, what Is mortal fate, Rain and nettles? Roses wait. Death is but The garden gate. NOW MY LOVE IS FLOWN AWAY Now my Love is flown away Earth wears another semblance, Opal dawn and turquoise day, Stars and moon and sun Conscious are and mystical, Jewels of remembrance, Keepsakes from the festival, Our festival that's done. Now my Love is flown away The air is full of calling, Dewy voices that allay Thirst and dust-annoy, Tones that haunt the hall of Time, Crystal echoes falling From some far, ethereal chime Whose bell-ringer is Joy. TESTIMONY I, Who am deaf and blind, I, lame and weak, Listen and seek, Follow and find; WHAT IS THE SPIRIT? 69 Yet have no word to say What I have found, Clearer than sound, Brighter than day; Wings in the heavy clod, Beauty in pain. Even the chain Bindeth to God. WHAT IS THE SPIRIT? i What is the spirit? Nay, We know not--star in clay. We know not, yet we trust The dream within the dust. We trust not, yet we hark The song within the dark. ii These few bewildered days Ask little blame or praise. All...