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 ...
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
Whereon no foot of man had seemed to press,
I did not know how great had been my needs,
How wise the woodland's gospels and her creeds,
How good her faith to one long comfortless.