Poems
THEME/S
Encliffed above the day's sky-fall,
Watching a gradual hush begloam
With purple somnolence the call
And quiver of labyrinthine foam—
She stands aloof in imperturb
Dream-ecstasy of nameless jet,
A symbol-mood of shades which curb
Life's glamour to soul-silhouette.
Then all is night: her self, more grave,
With the Invisible grows one,
And each dark monotoning wave
A pulse of time-oblivion.
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