Charles Hanson Towne
Charles Hanson Towne Poems
|86.||The Song Of City Traffic||4/3/2010|
|89.||The Gladness Of Spring||4/3/2010|
|91.||Beyond The Stars||4/3/2010|
|93.||Love Of Beauty||4/3/2010|
|94.||An Easter Canticle||4/3/2010|
|95.||A City Sunset||4/3/2010|
|99.||A Broken Friendship||4/3/2010|
|100.||Rain On The Roof||4/3/2010|
|101.||The Harvest Of The Sea||4/3/2010|
|102.||The Quiet Singer||1/4/2003|
|106.||Of One Self-Slain||1/4/2003|
|107.||Around The Corner||4/3/2010|
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,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
'Tomorrow' I say! 'I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him',
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow ...
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?
I hope God smiled and took his hand,
And said, "Poor truant, passionate fool!
Life's book is hard to understand:
Why couldst thou not remain at school?"