Theodore Harding Rand Long Poems
- 1. Ay Me!
Silent, with hands crost meekly on his breast,
Long time, with keen and meditative eye,
Stood the old painter of Siena by
A canvas, whose sign manual him confest.
... - 2. At The Ford
I.
A death-like dew was falling
On the herbs and the grassy ground;
... - 3. 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;
... - 4. The Crystal Spring
I.
Fair spirit of the plaining sea,
Thou heard'st Apollo's lyre! -
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