Category: <span>Poetry</span>

I heard a damsel with her lute
reclaim the lost song of the soul;
into the wind she poured each note,
each in pursuit and fleet pursuit

Poetry

Poetry

One evening bright with blazing cloud
I climbed a rocky crest,
and saw the Phoenix tall and proud
building up his nest.

Poetry

O daughter of the gently valleyed hills,
where like a child I lie against your breast,
my cares all fled into the utter west,
you give the dew of Hermon for my ills,
that from your heart distills.

Poetry

Acts 16:16-17
For seven years I walked with demon guides,
divining deathless words for mortal men;
tales of dark wisdom they gave me besides,
draining my soul and filling it again

Poetry