The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||
VISIONS
I
Cast into the pitOf lonely sorrow,
The suffering soul,
Looking aloft,
Sees with amaze
In the daytime sky
The shine of stars.
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II
Came to him onceIn the seething town
A form of beauty,
Innocent brow,
And soul of youth;
Deep, sweet eyes,
An angel's gaze,
And rose-leaf lips
That murmured low:
“I, lost, forgotten,
Long left, long dead,
I am thy sin.”
III
With full-toned beatOf the happy heart,
In a day of peace,
In an hour of joy,
Once in my life
And only once,
Of a sudden, I saw,
The end of all!
—Death!
The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||