Utterance, and Other Poems

Utterance, and Other Poems

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Utterance, and Other Poems

Utterance, and Other Poems

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Beauty, thy call must wait.
Let others sing
Of hills and stars and every lovely thing—
The world needs all too sadly what they bring
Of solace and enchantment. I would lift
A reverent heart and glad, to praise their gift
Of beautiful, imperishable words—
Amazing voices, eloquent as birds
Singing at nighttime. But for me
There sounds another and a louder plea;
It soundeth early and it soundeth late—
Beauty, thy call must wait.
Beauty, thou hast such soft, endearing ways,
Such tender melody of nights and days,
My spirit scarce can hold its eager praise—
The doe-brown dusk that mellows to its close
Within the evening’s amber afterglows;
Blue billowing mist
Forever keeping tryst
With mountains blurring as they rise
And fall in rounded symphonies …
These are thy ministers and give thee voice,
Yearning as I. Yet I have made my choice,
For, look! the furrows of thy velvet plain
Are graves of precious youths, who died in vain.

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