The Lonely Dancer and Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 56 pages of information about The Lonely Dancer and Other Poems.

The Lonely Dancer and Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 56 pages of information about The Lonely Dancer and Other Poems.

So many times the heart can break,
  So many ways,
Yet beat along and beat along
  So many days.

A fluttering thing we never see,
  And only hear
When some stern doctor to our side
  Presses his ear.

Strange hidden thing, that beats and beats
  We know not why,
And makes us live, though we indeed
  Would rather die.

Mysterious, fighting, loving thing,
  So sad, so true—­
I would my laughing eyes some day
  Might look on you.

THE SHIMMER OF THE SOUND

In the long shimmer of the Sound
May I some day be laughing found,
Part of its restless to and fro,
A humble worker of the tides
That round the sleepless planet flow,
And in the rock and drift of things—­

(O how the sea-weed sways and swings!  Is it her hair—­has she been found In the long shimmer of the Sound!)

Do some small task I do not know—­
O maybe help the mussel grow,
Or tint the shell-imprisoned pearl—­

A mute companion of the waves
That toss within their moonlit graves—­
Is it a king, or but a girl?

And, all the while, she sings and sings,
And waves her wild white hands with glee,
Mysterious sister of the world,
That singing water called the sea.

(O tell me was this sea-weed found In the long shimmer of the Sound!)

A SONG OF SINGERS

Singers all along the street,
Singing every kind of song—­
One man’s song is honey-sweet,
One man’s song is hammer-strong;
Yet, however sweet the singing,
However strong the hammer-swinging,—­
All the bees are round that honey
Which the vulgar world calls money.

Singers all along the street—­
One sings Love and one sings Death,
Roses sings one and little feet,
And one sings wine with fevered breath;
Yet all the bees are round that honey
Which the vulgar world calls money.

Singers singing down the street,
I believe there is a song,
Could you sing it, that would beat
All the sweet and all the strong;
Just a simple song of pity,
’Mid the iron of the city.

Singers all the street along,
There is still another song
All the world is waiting, breathless,
Just to hear some poet singing,
Song of something gay and deathless
’Mid the grinding dark endeavour
That goes on and on for ever,
Something more than mere words bringing,

Something more than butterflies,
Or the sugared ancient lies,
Something with the ring of truth,
And the majesty of youth,
Something singing “all is well”
In the blackest pit of hell!

O we are so tired of birds,
Of rainbows and the love-sick words! 
Sing us but some manly tune,
(Leaving out the rising moon)
Sing the song of Hope Eternal
In the face of Facts Infernal,
And make your singing somehow prove it—­
Faith so firm no doubt can move it—­
Then the bees will leave the honey
Which the vulgar world calls money.

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