Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE WAVE Majestic, slow, full of mysterious grace, Where sea and sky unite in one pure tone, Rises the wave and journeys forth alone, Folding the spindrift in its huge embrace, Rearing its crest as if it would efface An ancient enemy, unseen, unknown, Who mocks forever from an ageless throne And sees, serene, the en
...ding of the race. Now, a vast tremor leaps along its length; Irresolute, it seems to fear the shore; Then, with tumultuous onslaught, joyous hurls Its thunderous bulk, filled with demoniac strength, On the still sands with heaven-invading roar, While ravening foam in aimless eddies swirls.ALL HAIL, ROMANCE! When from the grass the dew of Dawn has fled, When rose leaves fall unheeded to the ground, When larks' pure hymns seem only senseless sound; In short, when Age, Life's book has nearly read And closer than the living seem the dead, While we await their dreamless sleep, profound, All hail! Romance, that enters with a bound, And leaves us not alone, uncomforted, Oh, glorious resurrection of dead Youth! Not dead but sleeping, ah, the hours were long, We deemed you stark beneath Time's careless sands. Hail, Splendid Lie! triumphant over Truth; Once more we live, clear-eyed, courageous, strong; We are not old, not ours these trembling hands. MAIS OU SONT LES NEIGES D'ANTAN? (But where are the snows of yesteryear?) Their disembodied souls, where do they stray, In Hell's mid murk, or in Elysian air? And are they changed, does song give place to prayer ? None, none can answer, either yea or nay. Perhaps they wander down a moonlit way, With eyes of haunting question, not despair, And seek, in vain, for one companion rare Whose memory, blazing, burns with purest ray. I feel it truth that Cleopatra's s...
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