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Tacita She roves through shadowy solitudes, Where scentless herbs and fragile flowers Pine in the gloom that ever broods Around her sylvan bowers. No winds amid the branches sigh, No football wakes the sodden ground; And the cold streams that... Poet: James Benjamin Kenyon	Quatrains The bedouins OF THE SKIES YON clouds that roam the deserts of the air, On wind-swift barbs, o’er many an azure plain, Scarce pause to lift to Allah one small prayer, Ere Ishmael’s spirit drives them forth again. THE TWO SPIRITS I DREAMED two... Poet: James Benjamin Kenyon	Death and Night The bearded grass waves in the summer breeze; The sunlight sleeps along the distant hills; Faint is the music of the murmuring rills, And faint the drowsy piping of the bees. The languid leaves scarce stir upon the trees, And scarce is heard the clangor of... Poet: James Benjamin Kenyon	Bring Them Not Back Yet, o my friend—pale conjurer, I call Thee friend—bring, bring the dead not back again, Since for the tears, the darkness and the pain Of unrequited friendship—for the gall That hatred mingles with fond love—for all Life’s endless turmoil, bitterness and... Poet: James Benjamin Kenyon
Come Slowly, Paradise O dawn upon me slowly, Paradise! Come not too suddenly, Lest my just-opened, unaccustomed eyes Smitten with blindness be. To those who from Time’s penury and woe Rise to thy heights afar, Down which the floods of glory fall and flow,... Poet: James Benjamin Kenyon