The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston, Comprising "song-Tide," "all in All," "wind-Voices," "a Last Harvest," And "aftermath."
The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston, Comprising "song-Tide," "all in All," "wind-Voices," "a Last Harvest," And "aftermath."
Moulton, Louise Chandler, 1835-1908
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PURE SOULS. Pure souls that watch above me from afar, To whom as to the stars I raise my eyes, Draw me to your large skies, Where God and quiet are. Love's mouth is rose-red, and his voice is sweet. His feet are winged, his eyes are as clear fire ; But I have no desire To follow his winged feet. Friendship may change, or friends may pass away, And Fame 's a bride that men soon weary of; Since rest is not with Love, No joy that is may stay. But they whose lives are pure, whose hearts are high, —... Those shining spirits by the world untamed, — May at the end, unshamed, Look on their days gone by. O pure, strong souls, so star-like, calm, and bright, If even I before the end might feel. Through quiet pulses, steal Your pureness, with purged sight WIND-VOICES. I might Spring's gracious work behold once more Might hear, as once I heard, long, long ago, Great waters ebb and flow ; Might smell the rose of yore ; Might comprehend the winds and clouds again. The saintly, peaceful moonlight hallowing all, The scent of leaves that fall.
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