THREE POEMS---

Barrett, Wilton Agnew

Three Poems By Wilton Agnew Barrett The Concert THE HAZE and stillness of the circle's slope Hang far above the low lights of the stage, Where figures rock in unison of bows; The ceiling's shadows...

...Who knows but in some reincarnate world As Alexander SHALL triumph the slave, And fee whose wings of passion were fate furled Be the bright dust to fill an Anthony's grave...
...Ah see, she sits quite still and the branch is swinging— Perhaps she dreams of the sweet of the nest and thither the flight of her wings...
...Perhaps I in Another Life Shall be PERHAPS I in another life shall be All that 1 craved but never was in this, Wear highly the proud palm of Victory, And grow exultant in Love's mighty kiss...
...In the village over the bay a woman is listening To the young sweet voice that carols out of the mist, Her hair as the, brown fish-nets on the sand is glistening, And her eyes tell the thought of those lips she last night kissed...
...The ceiling's shadows fade upon the rows Of faces almost ghost-like in the dim, A school-girl leans forgetful of her airs, And in her eyes come deep and holy gleams,— She'd know it not although a tear should fall...
...He's looking back, and she looks softly on, Where was for him, where it shall be for her, The mightiest moment of the soul, that calls In this rich passion of Sir Parsival...
...On a branch hanging over the road a bird stops singings— Does she hark to the homely notes the happy beggar sings...
...You sang of the wind on the bar and the sailors strong, I sang of the end of day and the bee in the wild-rose vine...
...The Songs the Poets Wrote OUT IN the mist a fisherman sings your song, And by a country road a beggar sings mine...
...And by her side a crumpled old man dreams...

Vol. 5 • February 1913 • No. 5


 
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