Charles Hamilton Musgrove Dust Poems

  • 1.
    What will I say when face to face with God
    My naked soul shall come, seared with the stain
    That men call sin? Why, God will understand;
    He knew my pitiful story long before
    ...
  • 2.
    I.

    Where falls the shadow of the Kofel cross
    Athwart the Alpine snows, the rose of faith
    ...
  • 3.
    (Oscar Wilde.)


    I gazed upon thee desolate and heard
    ...
  • 4.
    Beyond the wall the passion flower is blooming,
    Strange hints of life along the winds are blown;
    Within, the cowled and silent men are kneeling
    Before an image on a cross of stone,
    ...
  • 5.
    I came your way in the years gone by,
    In the summers that now are old,
    And then there was light in your beaming eye,
    And love was living and hopes were high
    ...
  • 6.
    An Earthworm once loved a Star. In the hush of the summer night,
    He lay quite close to the ground and gazed on its golden light;
    He looked from his house of clay, and dreamed of wonderful things,
    Till, lo! (as he thought) his longing brought forth miraculous wings.
    ...
  • 7.
    (Written on the exhumation and reburial in Spain of the bones of Christopher Columbus.)


    Once more upon the ocean's heaving breast
    ...
  • 8.
    They were three old men with hoary hair
    And beards of wintry gray,
    And they digged a grave in the yellow soil,
    And they crooned this song as they plied their toil,
    ...
  • 9.
    I thought today within the crowded mart
    I saw thee for a moment, friend of mine,
    And all at once my blood leapt fast and fine
    And a new light broke on my shadowed heart.
    ...
Total 9 Dust Poems by Charles Hamilton Musgrove

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