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 ...
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.
Exalt my soul with pomp and pageantry,
Sing the eternal songs all lovers sing;
Yea, when you come, gold let our vestments be,
And lamps of silver let us softly swing.