A bar of song . nger, bringing me with the blossoms that cluster in June,You come with the warmth and breath of a lilts with the notes of a lovers old tune. 20 WOMAN The Master, in an idle, dreaming hour. Flushed with creations power; Pleased with the work His skilful hands had with the sea, the land, the burning sunWhich through the ages, at His word must run. Looked for some task his fancy to beguile, Just for a little while. Of ponderous things: the earth, the sun, the sea Full weary-souled was He. The storms were taught to guard the trackless s
A bar of song . nger, bringing me with the blossoms that cluster in June,You come with the warmth and breath of a lilts with the notes of a lovers old tune. 20 WOMAN The Master, in an idle, dreaming hour. Flushed with creations power; Pleased with the work His skilful hands had with the sea, the land, the burning sunWhich through the ages, at His word must run. Looked for some task his fancy to beguile, Just for a little while. Of ponderous things: the earth, the sun, the sea Full weary-souled was He. The storms were taught to guard the trackless stars to rise, to shine and set clouds to fill and weep the April rain: All things complete, the Master paused to play, Just for a little day. Out of the soft, responding clay He made A toy, with beauty laid; A womans form, soft tinted and complete,In which all lines of glory seemed to meet:And when, within, a heart began to beat The Master smiled. His playful task was best; Fairer than all the rest. 21. / lo7ig for the magicalmist of the sea. nght and the A SONG OF THE SEA I I long for the magical sight and the mist of the sea;For the smell of the wind-swept brineAnd the deep, where the breakers shine, With the pleading grief of a lost souls mystery. I long for the smooth-woven, silvery sands of theshore,With woods to the West, and the mainGoing far to the East, like a chain, Whose links run on to the latch of a dreamers door. I long for the sheen of the afternoon sun on , white, when the tide is low,And the West with its gold a-glow;When the blessing of rest comes down, twixt thesea and the land. The marsh stretches far to the West with its sadmystery,Where the sentinel pines rise highTo mark where its endings lie;To the East is the mist and the gloom of thy end-less leagues, O sea! 23 II I long for a sight of the sea, when the daylightbreaks;When the gulls, like mystery things,Fly seaward to try their wings;When the marsh and the wood arouse and thedre
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