Charles Hanson Towne Poems

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Around The Corner

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,

Of One Self-Slain

When he went blundering back to God,
   His songs half written, his work half done,
Who knows what paths his bruised feet trod,
   What hills of peace or pain he won?

Love's Ritual

Breathe me the ancient words when I shall find
   Your spirit mine; if, seeking you, life wins
New wonder, with old splendor let us bind
   Our hearts when Love's high sacrament begins.

City Roofs

Roof-tops, roof-tops, what do you cover?
Sad folk, bad folk, and many a glowing lover;
Wise people, simple people, children of despair --
Roof-tops, roof-tops, hiding pain and care.

The City

When, sick of all the sorrow and distress
   That flourished in the City like foul weeds,
   I sought blue rivers and green, opulent meads,
And leagues of unregarded loneliness

The Quiet Singer

(Ave! Francis Thompson)

He had been singing -- but I had not heard his voice;
He had been weaving lovely dreams of song,

The Harvest Of The Sea

The jealous Sea moaned in the April night:
'Lo! there are comrades hidden in my heart,

Rain On The Roof

Loud on my roof the regiments of rain
March with their old insistence, and I hear
Troop after troop, column and troop again,

A Broken Friendship

If this be friendship--that one broken hour
(O fragile link in all the loving years!)

At Nightfall

I need so much the quiet of your love,
After the day's loud strife;
I need your calm all other things above,
After the stress of life.