Christopher Pearse Cranch

(1815-1892 / the USA)

Christopher Pearse Cranch Poems

1. A Child-Savior 9/24/2010
2. A Night-Picture 9/24/2010
3. After The Centennial 9/24/2010
4. After-Life 9/24/2010
5. An Old Umbrella 9/24/2010
6. Broken Wings 9/24/2010
7. December 9/24/2010
8. Ars Longa, Vita Brevis 9/24/2010
9. Lionel And Lucille 9/24/2010
10. My Old Palette 9/24/2010
11. My Studio 9/24/2010
12. Old And Young 9/24/2010
13. Omar Khayyam 9/24/2010
14. Ormuzd And Ahriman. A Cantata 9/24/2010
15. Rosamond 9/24/2010
16. San Borondon 9/24/2010
17. Sea Pictures 9/24/2010
18. So Far, So Near 9/24/2010
19. Sonnet I. 9/24/2010
20. Sonnet Ii. 9/24/2010
21. Sonnet Iii. 9/24/2010
22. Sonnet Iv. 9/24/2010
23. Sonnet Ix. 9/24/2010
24. Sonnet L. J.R.L. (On His Homeward Voyage) 2. 9/24/2010
25. Sonnet Li. The Human Flower. 1. 9/24/2010
26. Sonnet Lii. The Human Flower. 2. 9/24/2010
27. Sonnet Liii. August. 9/24/2010
28. Sonnet Liv. Idle Hours. 9/24/2010
29. Sonnet Lvi. Music And Poetry. 2. 9/24/2010
30. Sonnet Lvii. To Sleep. 9/24/2010
31. Sonnet V. 9/24/2010
32. Sonnet Vi. 9/24/2010
33. Sonnet Vii. 9/24/2010
34. Sonnet Viii. 9/24/2010
35. Sonnet X. 9/24/2010
36. Sonnet Xii. The Ocean Steamer. 9/24/2010
37. Sonnet Xiii. The Locomotive. 9/24/2010
38. Sonnet Xiv. The Telegraph And Telephone. 9/24/2010
39. Sonnet Xix. The Lady’s Sonnet. Twilight. 9/24/2010
40. Sonnet Xl. John Weiss. 9/24/2010
Best Poem of Christopher Pearse Cranch

Gnosis

Thought is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought:
Souls to souls never can teach
What unto themselves was taught.

We are spirits clad in veils;
Man by man was never seen;
All our deep communing fails
To remove the shadowy screen.

Heart to heart was never known;
Mind with mind did never meet;
We are columns left alone
Of a temple once complete.

Like the stars that gem the sky,
Far apart though seeming near,
In our light we scattered lie;
All is thus but starlight here.

What is social company
But a babbling ...

Read the full of Gnosis

Night And The Soul

I went to bed with Shakespeare's flowing numbers
Within me chiming,
As I sank slowly to my pleasant slumbers,
My thoughts with his were rhyming.

Out of the window I saw the moonlight shadows
Go creeping slow;
The sheeted roofs of snow- the broad white meadows
Lay silently below.

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