Perpetual Light : a memorial by William Rose Benét
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page 56 of 101 (55%)
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Where the fool grasps his bells, that he may hark;
A sudden skyward path where cliffs are warden Of waves that foam to reach a high tide-mark; Whisper of blossoms in a midnight garden; A fountain whitely flowering on the dark. ANOMALY Men who are fain to change, look wizenedly Into the flowing mirror of your thought And see on what strange reefs your joys are caught And contemplate your vexed variety: Grief that was hooded for eternity Casting the stole for spangled domino, Awe on its pinnacle jigging heel and toe. Love laughing into hate and mockery. What shoots the warp to patterns that reblend And spread and fade,--and working out what end? In time of pain why be as voluble As one who tells an endless useless sum, Yet simple clay, pallid and deaf and dumb Through the one moment forging Heaven or Hell? THE LOVER I rooted silver stars from heaven in showers, Rived adamant to show an azure gap, |
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