Poems by Edwin Curran

God's moonlight plays upon its painted cave,
Sifting out silver in a glorious hill,
Down thru...

The stars like bells flash down the silver sky,
Taking the valleys with a holy glowing light,
...

Oh, Beauty, walk with me through all my days;
Be with me every hour, everyplace.
Come Beaut...

Dawn bird victorious,
Lyrical, glorious,
Softly thy music rolls on the sea;
Summer's sweet...

Ring of fire upon the grass,
Silvered like a looking-glass;
Mailed in spangles, burning ring...

Jovial Shakespeare, like the man he was,
Loved every flower in God's marvelous room,
Remembe...

Across the harp strings of the pane
I hear the belling rain
Plucking music from the glass;
Si...

The rainbows all lie crumpled on these hills,
The red dawns scattered on their colored sills;
...

The old mountains are tall, silent men
Standing with folded arms, looking over the world,
Lo...

I hear the moving night
Touch with his robes the sea,
His step, the bright starlight,
His w...

Oh, marble-spired Manhattan, I look into your thousand eyes at dusk,
And your thousand eyes l...

My lover is now gone,
But what shakes me with dread
Is not to see her grave,
But to know lov...

She shakes her hair, a flowing crest
Like rippling waters down her breast;
Her knees as white...

They grow around the homes of all the land
Silent music! Daffodils, roses that stand
Like pink...

The dome of heaven is thy house
Bird of the mighty wing,
The silver stars are as thy boughs
A...