The Kaldron . The Librari/ Walk. The best of the world, the best of the world, Wherever walk the two together, And softly reigns youths sunny weather. Oh balcony, ballroom, or woodland way! You echo the song of a minstrel day Of womens lips and womens eyes, Of Eden still in fair disguise, An earthsong, yet it calls from us A wordless faith in an inborn promise Of worlds that were or worlds to be Across some far Lethean sea; A song still new although twas hid In the scrolls of the oldest pyramid. An old, old song those heartfelt call Opens a gate to Edens Cemetery Ravine. Night—The Ravin
The Kaldron . The Librari/ Walk. The best of the world, the best of the world, Wherever walk the two together, And softly reigns youths sunny weather. Oh balcony, ballroom, or woodland way! You echo the song of a minstrel day Of womens lips and womens eyes, Of Eden still in fair disguise, An earthsong, yet it calls from us A wordless faith in an inborn promise Of worlds that were or worlds to be Across some far Lethean sea; A song still new although twas hid In the scrolls of the oldest pyramid. An old, old song those heartfelt call Opens a gate to Edens Cemetery Ravine. Night—The Ravine Above the white ravine white branches stretch Into the dark. The new-made hollow is a magic sketch— A fairy park. Where chimps of rhododendron used to grow, White bushes lean, And look!—A little fairy bridge of snow Spans the ravine. After Chapel A bell rings loudly. Over there across the ravine is the chapel. Warm light from the windows Stains the snow red. The organ trembles With newer, richer tones. Night The wind sweeps the snow in sheets Up from the ravine And lets it fall in ripples On the library slope. Now it is still. He comes again And again. A bush suaps its glassy fingers in the night wind. Shivering, it cracks and glitters In the cold arc-light.
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Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1920, booksubjectunivers, bookyear1922
