Three Poems - Twilight at Versailles
Unfold for men, O God, love’s true, creative day,
To flower our barren souls by mellow sun and noon:
The glory of old thought is still, and cold, and gray,
Like gardens unrenewed beneath the sterile moon.
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Three Poems - Creative
Renew the vision of delight
By vigil, praise and prayer,
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Three Poems - Lovers
Whate’er our joy compelled, men’s praise and blame fall hollow,
A voice upon the winds that drown it as they blow:
So fair a vision led, our thought was all to follow; …