August 14, I929 T H E C O M M O N W E A L 379 handicapped from birth by an organic deficiency of brains, but many authorities on the subject do not so regard them, declaring that very often...
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Prophetic of all days, that line: I know Thee what Thou art— Blight of the world, O Divine Worm, eating my...
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To Motor Cars Will the day come when it means Nothing to me?—these machines Smooth and ominous as guns, Running as the antelope runs, Strong as elephants, by a touch Spurred or curbed, and...
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Introspection When the dark devil Under the world Bowls the red moon up Into the heavens And its thin shadows Chill the earth's slumber Thin, chilling shadows Move over my heart. Sadly,...
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Not those who find Him here where once He trod, And "Adsum" answers yet if man but nod, Not these exlorers are of hidden God. So worn earth's footway to His dwelling-place, So clear creation's...
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663 POEMS The Daffodil Speaks Old Atlas had no greater task than I Who lift the sleeping earth upon my back; I sip a potent liquor from the sky When Taurus bellows on the zodiac. When winter...
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467 POEMS Quietness I would kiss the hand of Quietness, Like some white flower; fingertips as cool As carved white jade upon my burning wrist; Peaceful as lilies in an opal pool Of beauty...
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429 Design for a House In my love, I would build you a house. Its north wall will be God, Its south wall will be God, East and west you shall be walled with God. You will need to fear no...
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February 2, I927 T H E C O M M O N W E A L 357 I POEMS To a Reader of Old Books Oh, seek Him not in dusty scrolls And mouldered histories. No charact'ry of theirs extols These Mysteries,...
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March 17, 1926 THE COMMONWEAL 525 SONNETS The Charted Skies Before you took the heavens at a bound— Young airman, with the star-winds in your hair— You had precursors on the floods of...
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266 THE COMMONWEAL January 13, 1926 POEMS Words With Wings Words! How they glitter! With what sweet Accord they make all beauty known, Leaving old friendships more complete, Leading us...
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<iAd Matretn, in Caelis I can remember flowers at your hand, Summer and autumn, spring, Nor less when winter in our northern land Forbade your bird to sing, Geraniums in the dining room For...
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