Poems
THEME/S
THEN out of the jewelled sheathing-case,
Silver-laced by moon-ray on the sea,
A swordsman with grief-untroubled face
Wrests the blade " ETERNITIES TO BE."
The cincture of starry shadow-tide
Rives atwain—the dawn-rise is at hand ;
The swordsman un sheaths his golden pride ;
" BURNING BLADE" is sun-glimpsed on the land.
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