George Santayana Heaven Poems

  • 1.
    The candor of the gods is in thy gaze,
    The strength of Diane in thy virgin hand,
    Commanding as the goddess might command,
    And lead her lovers into higher ways.
    ...
  • 2.
    As in the midst of battle there is room
    For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;
    As gossips whisper of a trinket's worth
    Spied by the death-bed's flickering candle-gloom;
    ...
  • 3.
    Dreamt I today the dream of yesternight,
    Sleep ever feigning one evolving theme -
    Of my two lives which should I call the dream?
    Which action vanity? Which vision sight?
    ...
  • 4.
    I give back to the earth what the earth gave,
    All to the furrow, none to the grave,
    The candle's out, the spirit's vigil spent;
    Sight may not follow where the vision went.
    ...
  • 5.
    Slowly the black earth gains upon the yellow,
    And the caked hill-side is ribbed soft with furrows.
    Turn now again, with voice and staff, my ploughman,
    Guiding thy oxen.
    ...
  • 6.
    I
    Calm was the sea to which your course you kept,
    Oh, how much calmer than all southern seas!
    Many your nameless mates, whom the keen breeze
    ...
  • 7.
    As in the midst of battle there is room
       For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;
       As gossips whisper of a trinket's worth
    Spied by the death-bed's flickering candle-gloom;
    ...
  • 8.
    As in the midst of battle there is room
    For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;
    As gossips whisper of a trinket's worth
    Spied by the death-bed's flickering candle-gloom;
    ...
Total 8 Heaven Poems by George Santayana

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