Theodore Harding Rand Face Poems
- 1. At The Ford
I.
A death-like dew was falling
On the herbs and the grassy ground;
... - 2. Song-waves
O soul, that art essential change,
Bickering beams, a flutter strange,
Lightning of thought and gust of passion,
A silver thread in this mountain range;
... - 3. The Crystal Spring
I.
Fair spirit of the plaining sea,
Thou heard'st Apollo's lyre! -
... - 4. Glory-roses
"Only a penny, Sir!"
A child held to my view
A bunch of "glory-roses," red
As blood, and wet with dew.
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