The trembling train clings to the leaning wall Of solid stone; a thousand feet below Sinks a black gulf; the sky hangs like a pall Upon the peaks of everlasting snow. Then of a sudden springs a rim of light, Curved like a silver sickle. High and higher— Till the full moon burns on the breast of night, And a million firs stand tipped with lucent fire.
I know a place where the sun is like gold, And the cherry blooms burst with snow, And down underneath is the loveliest nook, Where the four-leaf clovers grow. One leaf is for hope, and one is for faith, And one is for love, you know, And God put another in for luck,— If you search, you...
Ah me! I know how like a golden flower The Grand Ronde valley lies this August night, Locked in by dimpled hills where purple light Lies wavering. There at the sunset hour Sink downward, like a rainbow-tinted shower, A thousand colored rays, soft, changeful, bright. Later the large moon rises,...
Venus has lit her silver lamp Low in the purple West, Casting a soft and mellow light Upon the sea’s full breast; In one clear path—as if to guide Some pale, wayfaring guest. Far out, far out the restless bar Starts from a troubled sleep, Where, roaring through the narrow straits, The...
The trembling train clings to the leaning wall Of solid stone; a thousand feet below Sinks a black gulf; the sky hangs like a pall Upon the peaks of everlasting snow. Then of a sudden springs a rim of light, Curved like a silver sickle. High and higher— Till the full moon burns on the...
Child with the hungry eyes, The pallid mouth and brow, And the lifted, asking hands, I am more starved than thou. I beg not on the street; But where the sinner stands, In secret place, I beg Of God, with outstretched hands. As thou hast asked of me, Raising thy downcast head, So have I...
