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. 1918 edition. Excerpt: ...be Loving, patient, strong and free; Some day I will braver grow, Greater love and mercy show; Some day, some day, I'll be strong; Some day triumph over wrong. Loving father of us all, Take our failures as they fall, Gather up our "someday" dreams, Plant them by thy heavenly streams; Judge us only by the good ...
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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. 1918 edition. Excerpt: ...be Loving, patient, strong and free; Some day I will braver grow, Greater love and mercy show; Some day, some day, I'll be strong; Some day triumph over wrong. Loving father of us all, Take our failures as they fall, Gather up our "someday" dreams, Plant them by thy heavenly streams; Judge us only by the good Of our inner angelhood. MADAME LA COMTESSE MATHIEU DE NOAILLES 'ROM vivid canvas, from this pictured face, -L This" woman of an alien land and race, Whose dark-rimmed eyes, whose mouth's illusive line. Proclaim her lineage of spirit mine, I see myself look forth, as from a glass; Our mirrored image flashes as we pass. When on the shore we stand and hear the sea, In reiterative insistency, Chanting its song, each forming, nimbused crest, Rising and falling in a vague unrest, Repeats the ocean. In this face I see The life that pulses in the soul of me. The rose hath petals, every petal rose Exhaling fragrance that the flower knows; Like flower fragrances my visions rise TO A ZULOAGA PORTRAIT OF To meet me in the starlight of her eyes; Her pain and failure, rapture and unrest, Awaken echoes in my startled breast. Who art thou that in beauteous flesh reveals The soul of me that mine own flesh conceals? What subtle union bound our lives elsewhere? At some white shrine of sacrifice and prayer Lit we the sacred lamps? Beside the sea With Sappho and her maidens wandered we? Come memory, cobwebbed in the seething mesh Of western life, speak from this painted flesh That seems mine own. Neath what Druidic yew Knelt we beside the altar? Where the dew Of early morn disturbed, as blithe and gay We watched our sheep upon some upland way? Long I have known and loved thee, dwelt with thee In ancient, mystic consanguinity. Pregnant with meaning...
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Add this copy of From Dream to Dream: Poems to cart. $48.36, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2012 by Nabu Press.
