Charles Hanson Towne
Charles Hanson Towne Poems
|87.||The Song Of City Traffic||4/3/2010|
|90.||The Gladness Of Spring||4/3/2010|
|92.||Beyond The Stars||4/3/2010|
|94.||Love Of Beauty||4/3/2010|
|95.||An Easter Canticle||4/3/2010|
|96.||A City Sunset||4/3/2010|
|103.||A Broken Friendship||4/3/2010|
|104.||Rain On The Roof||4/3/2010|
|105.||Of One Self-Slain||1/4/2003|
|106.||Around The Corner||4/3/2010|
|107.||The Harvest Of The Sea||4/3/2010|
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The Harvest Of The Sea
(On the sinking of the
The jealous Sea moaned in the April night:
'Lo! there are comrades hidden in my heart,
Unfortunates who sought me, sick of life.
But I am hungry for brave souls; I crave
Their warmth and passion through my chilling tides;
Their heads upon my bosom, and their hands,
Like children's hands, about me in the dark.
I need their blood in my cold loneliness.'
A Titan sailed her weary leagues of foam,
Unknowing her strange wish, her mad desire.
But there was menace in the starlit night,
And sudden doom upon deceiving ...
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.
Roof-tops, roof-tops, O what sin you're knowing,
While above you in the sky the white clouds are blowing;
While beneath you, agony and dolor and grim strife
Fight the olden battle, the olden war of Life.