The Fog-Bell, by Lew Sarett
All the long night, all the long day,
When the thick gray fogs of the sea were rolling,
Wher...
All the long night, all the long day,
When the thick gray fogs of the sea were rolling,
Wher...
God is at the anvil, beating out the sun;
Where the molten metal spills,
At His forge among ...
I know a mountain, lone it lies
Under wide blue Arctic skies. Gray against the crimson ...
A lonely lake, a lonely shore,
A lone pine leaning on the moon;
All night the water-beating ...
Up the drifted foothills,
Like phantoms in a row,
The ragged lines of somber pines
Filed acr...
Swiftly the blizzard stretched a frozen arm
From out the hollow night--
Stripping the world of ...
Oh, you and I, old oak, beneath the leaden skies
Of waning autumn, shall hold our ways toget...
A brooding pond in the hush of dusk,
As black as the pools of night;
Rimmed round with spires...
She walks alone against the dusky sky,
With something of the manner of a queen--
Her gesturing...
An Indian War-medicine Dance I. THE DRUMMERS SING Beat on the buckskin, beat on the drums,
H...
The Arctic moon hangs overhead;
The wide white silence lies below.
A starveling pine stands lo...
O yellow moon,
Drifting across the night
As a rakish pirate brig,
Tattered of rig
And ghost...
My wild blood leaped as I watched the falling stars
Flash through the night and gleam,
Like sp...