Song-tide; And Other Poems by Philip Bourke MarstonSong-tide; And Other Poems by Philip Bourke Marston

Song-tide; And Other Poems

byPhilip Bourke Marston

Paperback | February 8, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1871 Excerpt: ... A CHRISTMAS VIGIL. Round the vast city draws the twilight gray; 1 know men say, This evening is the eve of Christmas Day, But what has Christmas time to do with me, Who live a shameful life out shamelessly? A creature now that doth not even yearn From sin to turn; Too blind perchance it may be to discern God's mighty mercy, and the boundless love That all paid, praying preachers tell us of. Here he lies dead, with whom my shame began, This is the man! Through whom my life to such dishonour ran. He was the snare in which my soul was caught; Oh, the sweet ways wherein for love he wrought. Yet God, not he, my wrath of soul shall bear, God set the snare! God made him lustful, and God made me fair. O God! were not his kisses more to me Than Christians' hopes of immortality?. O lovely, wasted fingers, lithe and long, So kind and strong; O lips! wherein all laughter was a song, All song as laughter. O the cold, calm face, The speechless marble mouth, that had such ways Of singing, that for very joy of it, My heart would beat Almost as loud as when our lips would meet, And all love's passion, hotter for its shame, Set panting mouths and thirsting eyes on flame. Thus, would I part his hair back from the brow; But look you now, What thing is left for me, save this, to bow Myself unto him, as in days gone by, To stretch myself beside him, and to die; To crush my burning, aching lips on his,. In one long kiss; To know how cold and strange a thing death is? His lips are cold, but my lips are so hot, That all death's fearful coldness chills them not. Fast falls the night, and down the iron street, Loud ring the feet Of happy people, who pass on to meet Fair sights of home; I hear the roll and roar Of traffic, like a sea upon a shore. One dying candle's pallid light is sh...
Title:Song-tide; And Other PoemsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:34 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.07 inPublished:February 8, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217996205

ISBN - 13:9780217996204