A Book of Epigrams

GATHERED BY Ralph A. Lyon
EVANSTON William S. Lord 1902
She comes like the hushed beauty of the night,
But sees too deep for laughter;
Her touch is a vibration and a light
From worlds before and after.
Poetry? Can I define it, you inquire?
Yes; by your pleasure,
Poetry is Thought, in princeliest attire,
Treading a measure.
Spring, the low prelude of a lordlier song;
Summer, a music without hint of death:

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Язык

Английский

Год издания

2010-07-17

Темы

Epigrams

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