Evolution
Out of the dusk a shadow,
Then, a spark;
Out of the cloud a silence,
Then, a lark;
Out of the heart a rapture,
Then, a pain;
Out of the dead, cold ashes,
Life again.
More poems by John Banister Tabb
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Anonymous
Anonymous—nor needs a name
To tell the secret whence the flame,
With light, and warmth, and incense, came … -
Clover
Little masters, hat in hand
Let me in your presence stand,
Till your silence solve for me … -
Indian Summer
No more the battle or the chase
The phantom tribes pursue,
But each in its accustomed place … -
Quatrains
The bubble
why should I stay? Nor seed nor fruit have I.
But, sprung at once to beauty’s perfect round, …