Songs of the unblind cupid . ights unfolding ~ Of the great, wide ocean, wave-tossed, restless, restlessforever* Dreams, visions invoking: — Of lovers eyes embracing, long, long mingling, soul-satisfied, forgetting all else, restfully resting each indear depths of other: Of heart-drawn lips, tenderly, thrillingly touching,pressing, Man upon womans growing, glowing, Strong hand under beautiful neck, Breath-blown billow of silken bosom, Waves of tresses on white pillow floating, Souls at one, merging, Lifes true bloom* Heaven the chamber: Of shell-pink babies, softly sleeping, i Under mother-eye
Songs of the unblind cupid . ights unfolding ~ Of the great, wide ocean, wave-tossed, restless, restlessforever* Dreams, visions invoking: — Of lovers eyes embracing, long, long mingling, soul-satisfied, forgetting all else, restfully resting each indear depths of other: Of heart-drawn lips, tenderly, thrillingly touching,pressing, Man upon womans growing, glowing, Strong hand under beautiful neck, Breath-blown billow of silken bosom, Waves of tresses on white pillow floating, Souls at one, merging, Lifes true bloom* Heaven the chamber: Of shell-pink babies, softly sleeping, i Under mother-eyes dewy with yearning, Mother-lips lullabys crooning, Unspeakable love overshading, fragrant, Devotedly down-drooping, bending, Brooding, brooding* Pair, peace, aspiration, vibration, Nature!« I TEN J 0 violin I O violin!-Free spirit in bonds,Cry incarnate, Prophet of the over-coming future. Seer of the ever-beyond, blue, blue distances, Lifes melodious oracle, — 1 love thee, Thou tongue of the word ineffable! NHEEDED to her hips her dark robe fell;—Her sweet head bends in agfony of soul,Her long: hair, hanging, wet with tears a-roll, Dissolving pearls of pain her grief to tell, Her flushed face drooping in her hands doth dwell,Her beauteous flanks sob-shaken past control,Her tear-wet bosoms heaving with the whole, And over all the spikenards orient smelL Speak quickly, Christ!—her tears erase her sin;Sweet Type of Peace, thou canst not her condemn!And lo! no man among us dares to stone! 44 Weep not! Go forth!—new paths thy feet begin;Thy foes are dumb, my test confoundeth them;By love you fell, by wiser loves atone* eleven Done at the Calamus House by Alex E. Wight MDCCCXC1X. Now at the Calamus HouseWhich is in Wellesley Hillsa Village of Massachusetts in AmericaWere Printed 650 Copies ofthis Booklet, and the TypesWere Distributed Without any Plates Being Made TWELVE
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