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 ...

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A Child-Savior

(A True Story)
SHE stood beside the iron road,
A little child of ten years old.
She heard two meeting thunders rolled
From north and south, that plainly showed
Danger too fearful to be told.
Nearer, still nearer, rumbling on,
One train approached with crashing speed.
What could she do? Who would give heed

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