Ernest Crosby
Poems (3)
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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; …