Poems
THEME/S
NEWLY woken day
Build the un broken light,
Sweep far far away
Sullenness of night.
Tumult of gold descending,
Thou diapason bright,
All our Darkness rending
With melody of Sight.
Ever the ampler Dream-day
Spreading calm wings of flight
Wafted through widening gleam-way
On the peaks of the world will alight.
March 6, 1936.
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