Sun Blossoms

Earth-Cry

BRIGHT mystery of earth, O foam-washed shore
On the edge of time, you bring thoughts pale and sweet
Of happiness long lost, memories that bore
In their veiled bosom twilight's starry heart-beat!

These desert-tracts, as they lie lifeless, cold
Strange melancholies buried in their sand,
Are like dry barren moments deeply scrolled
On endless canvas by an inscrutable hand.

Whence like a cry of fire night and day
Your soul climbs to the topless distant peaks
In the heart of solemn vastness holding sway,
Lined with immutable silence's golden streaks.

Your body's faint murmur falls slowly heard,
A dying warrior's last half-spoken word.

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