http://www.beautyofpoetry.com Tue, 06 Jan 2009 20:18:03 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en RELIGION. Beneath thine eye Will brighten, till the upper sky Shows not a cloud. The shroud, When touched by thee is glorified, And death defied. The grave itself becomes a crystal gate, Where we shall wait ... http://www.beautyofpoetry.com/2009/01/06/religion-beneath-thine-eye-will-brighten-till-the-2/ DOING NOTHING When he kissed and left me, Oh, he looked so brave! God be with him sleeping In his far-off grave! What are dress and jewels, What are meat and bread To a lonely woman Grieving for her dead? Wan I am with weeping, ... http://www.beautyofpoetry.com/2009/01/05/doing-nothing-when-he-kissed-and-left-me-3/ THOU KNOWEST NOT. THOU canst not tell how strong and deep Thy hold on me has grown, The ivy has sent down its roots To the foundation-stone ; And it will live, when rock and wall Alike are overthrown. ... http://www.beautyofpoetry.com/2009/01/04/thou-knowest-not-thou-canst-not-tell-how/ THE LOVERS' WALK Oh, how many happy lovers Has that gleaming river glassed ! Oh, what folk alight with joy, Dancing girl, and glowing boy, Youth and Beauty linked together in the dim, sweet past! Now a frond goes down the current, Now a flower ... http://www.beautyofpoetry.com/2009/01/04/the-lovers-walk-oh-how-many-happy-lovers/ THE JOUKNEY OF LIFE. How can a wanderer, far astray, Discover where he missed his way, When phantoms mock his straining sight, And all the sky is dark with night ! At early morn, with buoyant heart, They watched him from his ... http://www.beautyofpoetry.com/2009/01/03/the-joukney-of-life-how-can-a-wanderer-2/ ON SEEING IN A BOOK, J. K., JUN. Yet still fond memory sadly turns to thee With backward glance ; turns to the flowers thou'st wont In spring to scent, the birds thou lov'dst to hear, The sun that cheer'd thee and the gale ... http://www.beautyofpoetry.com/2009/01/02/on-seeing-in-a-book-j-k-jun/ THE HARVEST OF LIFE. The withered leaves, the broken stalk, The blossoms, dead and dry, Kecall no likeness to themselves Beneath the Summer sky. And he, who made his harvest such, Can only mourn in vain ; For ... http://www.beautyofpoetry.com/2009/01/01/the-harvest-of-life-the-withered-leaves-the-3/ TO MY SOUL. WHEREFORE art thou sad, my soul, And burdened by thy care ? This is thy appointed grief, The burden thou must bear. The narrow pathway to thy God Is margined by the thorn. The heart is ... http://www.beautyofpoetry.com/2008/12/31/to-my-soul-wherefore-art-thou-sad-my/ BEQUEATHAL THE night-birds cry in the bush outside, And I write here, though the hour be late ; And what shall I write of the man who died? "He gave his gold to the poor at his gate !" The line is written. Was that his all, And ... http://www.beautyofpoetry.com/2008/12/30/bequeathal-the-night-birds-cry-in-the-bush-outside/ OH ! THEE OF KNOWLEDGE ! SAD tree of knowledge ! from thy bough, In Summers gone, The golden fruit in beauty hung. I gazed upon Its sweetness in the night and morn. My soul was won To touch ... http://www.beautyofpoetry.com/2008/12/29/oh-thee-of-knowledge-sad-tree/