Earth-Cry

BRIGHT mystery of earth, O foam-washed shore

On the edge of time, you bring thoughts pale and sweet

Of happiness long lost, memories that bore

In their veiled bosom twilights starry heart-beat!

These desert-tracts, as they lie lifeless, cold

Strange melancholies buried in their sand,

Are like dry barren moments deeply scrolled

On endless canvas by an inscrutable hand.

Whence like a cry of
re night and day

Your soul climbs to the topless distant peaks

In the heart of solemn vastness holding sway,

Lined with immutable silences golden streaks.

Your bodys faint murmur falls slowly heard,

A dying warriors last half-spoken word.

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