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Show TWILIGHT IN. A TUSCAN GARDEN. (By Gertrude Huntington Mc'Giffert.) White roses, roses falling with the dew, God's words from latticed stars. and trellised sky, God's vesper words pale petals of His dream-See, dream-See, ankle deep they lie! The drip of unseen fountains strangely bound To rhythm of my steps hints shoulders bare And piped ditties, flutes among the rtfeds, And laughter everywhere. Vague shadows track my soul I see them hide In de.. u pools where drowned the sunset Their eyes shine through the pools like moving : stars The dark pools full of eyes. j; Dream roses falling through hushed sunset' lands, Pile star-cool-petals, and on boughs o'erhead The nightingale the twilight oracle Singing the words Gdd said. 1 he drowsy 'difst and pebbles hear God's feet' ( hat boat and beat a wakeful ivy awayst .' Sways fo and fro; against the ruined arch j Loving such rythmic ways. j The dusk! The gar Jen close datdtthed and dim, AnJ full of fitful gradual mysteries, , SKrange as a face grown exquisite with love t$ And . fateful prophecies. n w m A cry df -twisted waters girds the gloom, 4jr Still thunders leap the garden leaf by leaf; ' . w? Threes, waters, winds cry out an old world pain ;': . . Oh, Soul, 'tis thine own grief! 'ihe quiet vesper thoughts of God drop down Through whirling worlds from gardens of the r sky - My heart Is broken with tho passioned hnood' Of Beauty come too nigh. Scrlbners. |
