A Woman of Thirty by Marjorie Allen Seiffert
page 73 of 85 (85%)
page 73 of 85 (85%)
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I spoke at last:
"Somehow Faith Shines from your empty eye-holes, And Truth Speaks mutely from your fleshless jaws. I choose your skeleton to lie with In the peaceful bed of earth Through all the dreamless, mornless, utter night!" Poems of Elijah Hay The Golden Stag O hungry hearted ones, sharp-limbed, keen-eyed, Let me have place! I too would ride On your fantastic chase. Your hunger is a silver hunting horn, I heard it sweep The frozen, peaceful morn: Its note bit me from sleep. I will ride with you, hunters, even I, Toward a far hill To see the golden stag against the sky Uncaptured still. To Anne Knish |
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