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flooding sea upon the sands; And quenches starlight overhead。 

    Long have they slept。 Their separate dust Has mingled with a nameless 

mould。 Only the slower…crumbling stones Still tell so much as may be told。 

    And now in shoreless fog adrift Like some lone mariner gliding by; I 

lean above the drowning graves And wonder when I too shall lie 

    Where evermore the tides of night And earth will hide my lonely rest; 

And Time will bid my love forget To read the stone upon my breast。 

    G。 O。 WARREN 



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                                       BEAUTY 



    NOT  flesh   alone   am  I;   when   I   can   be   So   swiftly  caught   in   Beauty's 

shimmering thread Whose slender fibres; woven; held by  me; With their 

frail strength my following heart have led。 

    Yea; not   all   mortal;  not   all death   my   mind; When;  watching by  lone 

twilight waters' brim I tremblingly decipher; as they wind; Her deathless 

hieroglyphs; though strange and dim。 

     So for   this   faith;  when Thou   my  dust shalt  bring To   dust;  remember 

well; Great Alchemist; Yearly to change my wintry earth to spring; That I 

with Beauty still may keep my tryst。 

    G。 O。 WARREN 



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                               COMRADES 



     WHERE are the friends that I knew in my Maying; In the days of my 

youth; in the first of my roaming? We were dear; we were leal; O; far we 

went straying; Now never a heart to my heart comes homing! Where is 

he now; the dark boy slender Who taught me bare…back; stirrup and reins? 

I love him; he loved me; my beautiful; tender Tamer of horses on grass… 

grown plains。 

     Where is he now whose eyes swam brighter; Softer than love; in his 

turbulent charms; Who taught me to strike; and to fall; dear fighter; And 

gather me up in his boyhood arms; Taught me the rifle; and with me went 

riding;   Suppled   my   limbs   to   the   horseman's   war;   Where   is   he   now;   for 

whom my heart's biding; Biding; bidingbut he rides far! 

     O love that passes the love of woman! Who that hath felt it shall ever 

forget When the breath of life with a throb turns human; And a lad's heart 

is to a lad's heart set? Ever; forever; lover and rover They shall cling; nor 

each from other shall part Till the reign of the stars in the heavens be 'over; 

And life is dust in each faithful heart。 

     They are dead; the American grasses under; There is no one now who 

presses my side; By the African chotts I am riding asunder; And with great 

joy   ride  I  the  last  great  ride。  I  am  fey;   I  am  fein  of  sudden    dying; 

Thousands of miles there is no one near; And my heartall the night it is 

crying; crying In the bosoms of dead lads darling…dear。 

     Hearts of my musicthem dark earth covers; Comrades to die; and to 

die for; were they; In the width of the world there were no such rovers 

Back to back; breast to breast; it was ours to stay; And the highest on earth 

was the vow that we cherished; To spur forth from the crowd and come 

back never more; And to ride in the track of great souls perished Till the 

nests of the lark shall roof us o'er。 

     Yet lingers a horseman on Altai highlands; Who hath joy of me; riding 

the Tartar glissade; And one; far faring o'er orient islands Whose blood yet 

glints   with   my   blade's   accolade;   North;   west;   east;   I   fling   you   my   last 

hallooing; Last love to the breasts where my own has bled; Through the 

reach of the desert my soul leaps pursuing My star where it rises a Star of 



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the Dead。 

     GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY 



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                            THE FLIGHT 



                                            I 



    O   WILD   HEART;   track   the   land's   perfume;   Beach…roses   and   moor… 

heather!   All   fragrances   of   herb   and   bloom   Fail;   out   at   sea;   together。   O 

follow where aloft find room Lark…song and eagle…feather! All ecstasies of 

throat and plume Melt; high on yon blue weather。 

    O leave on sky and ocean lost The flight creation dareth; Take wings 

of love; that mounts the most: Find fame; that furthest fareth! Thy flight; 

albeit amid her host Thee; too; night star…like beareth; Flying; thy breast on 

heaven's coast; The infinite outweareth。 



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    〃Dead o'er us roll celestial fires; Mute stand Earth's ancient beaches; 

Old thoughts; old instincts; old desires; The passing hour outreaches; The 

soul creative never tires Evokes; adcres; beseeches; And that heart most 

the god inspires Whom most its wildness teaches。 

    〃For I will course through falling years And stars and cities burning; 

And I will march through dying cheers Past empires unreturning; Ever the 

world   flame   reappears   Where   mankind   power   is   earning;   The   nations' 

hopes; the people's tears; One with the wild heart yearning。 

    GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY 



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