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 Quiet Singer||1/4/2003|
|102.||The Harvest Of The Sea||4/3/2010|
|106.||Of One Self-Slain||1/4/2003|
|107.||Around The Corner||4/3/2010|
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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,
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 ...
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,
O many a morning long.
But I, remote and far,
Under an alien star,
Listened to other singers, other birds,
And other silver words.