Ernest Crosby

Poems (3)

• Choir Practice

  As i sit on a log here in the woods among the clean-faced beeches, / The trunks of the trees seem to me like the pipes of a mighty organ, …

• The Search

  No one could tell me where my Soul might be. / I searched for God, but God eluded me. …

• The Soul of the World

  The soul of the world is abroad to-night— / Not in yon silvery amalgam of moonbeam and ocean, nor in the pink heat-lightning tremulous on the horizon; …