Ride to the Lady - And Other Poems by Helen Gray Cone
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Though million million cups without a flaw,
Afire with gems, on princes' boards are set; "To seek the Wine whereof none ever had One draught, though many a generous wine flows free,-- The spiritual blood that shall make glad The hearts of mighty men that are to be." "But shall one find it, brother? Where I ride, Men mock and stare, who never had the dream, Yet hope within my breast has never died." "Nor ever died in mine that trembling gleam." "Eastward, I deem: the sun and all good things Are born to bless us of the Orient old." "Westward, I deem: an untried ocean sings Against that coast, 'New shores await the bold.'" "God speed or thee or me, so coming men But have the Cup!" "God speed!"--Not once before Their eyes had met, nor ever met again, Yet were they loving comrades evermore. THE HOUSE OF HATE Mine enemy builded well, with the soft blue hills in sight; |
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