William Kean Seymour Poems

If Beauty came to you,
Ah, would you know her grace,
And could you in your shadowed prison view
Unscathed her face?
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Lone shadows move,
The night air stirs;
This hour of dying
Dreams was hers.
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Bring me some oranges on blue china,
With a jade-and-silver spoon,
And drowse on your silken mats beside me
In the burning noon.
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Ah, my brave Vitellius!
Ah, your tastes are marvellous!
When you eat your singing birds
Do you leave the bones--and words,
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For her the proud stars bend, she sees,
As never yet, dim sorceries
Breaking in silver magic wide
On the blue midnight's swirling tide,
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