See, thinly trickling from the age-old wound,
The steady stream of squandered womanhood!
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The Earth Speaks:
While my quiet arms I keepClose about him in his sleep.Once he glanced at me aghast,Shuddered from my kiss, and passed—But I hold him here at last.He had frenzied thoughts of fame,Piteous strivings for a name—But I called him, and he came.Called him with the mother-callThat shall on the weary fall,Whispering “Home” to all, to…
SHE draws all men to serve her, and her lure
The beauty of her bosom’s rippling lines,The passion pleading in her eyes, the pureSoft contour of her cheek, her dainty dress,With all the rich aroma of her warmGlad womanhood perfumed, her supple formCurving and swaying like a living flower,Aflush with life and youth. These are the signsBy which she queens the hearts of men, the…
THE stone that all the sullen centuries,
Against the sepulchre of womanhoodHad sternly held, she has thrust back with ease,And stands, superbly arrogant, the keysOf knowledge in her hand, won by a moodOf daring, in her beauty flaunting nude,Eager to drain life’s wine unto the lees.So she shall tempt and touch and try and taste,And in the wrestle of the world shall…
THE sudden sunbeams slant between the trees
And strike the supine shadows where they restStretched sleeping; while a timid, new-born BreezeStirs through the grasses, petulant—her eyesHalf-blinded by the clinging scarves of mist:Her robes, that tangled through the grasses twist,Weave as she moves sweet whispered melodies.O may it be a morn like this, when slowFrom a dark world beneath my soul shall goThrough…
ALL the air was tranced and the sea was stilled,
When it seemed to me that our souls were thrilledWith a sudden sympathy.My life’s long riddle at last I read,And the spirit-face I had sought I knew;All the Past’s far years to this hour had ledOn the sands alone with you!And you—you thought that the skies were fair.And such twilight peace you had seldom known;And…
NOW that our pathways sever here,
Whence I shall see you burning clearA beacon on the mountain-height—Now that our pathways sever here,I have no kiss, I have no tear.Your eyes my lonely world have litWith sunset peace that lingers yet,And on my gladdened heart is writNo shade of blame, and no regret.Your eyes my sombre world have lit,And made a new…