Christopher Pearse Cranch

(1815-1892 / the USA)

Christopher Pearse Cranch Poems

81. Night And The Soul 4/8/2015
82. To a Hummingbird 7/2/2015
83. The Centennial Year 9/24/2010
84. The Bobolinks 9/24/2010
85. Sonnet Xxxvii. To John Greenleaf Whittier. 9/24/2010
86. Sonnet Xxix. Life And Death. 1. 9/24/2010
87. Sonnet Xxxi. Life And Death. 3. 9/24/2010
88. Sonnet Lv. Music And Poetry. 1. 9/24/2010
89. Ormuzd And Ahriman. The Overture. 9/24/2010
90. Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part Ii 9/24/2010
91. Ariel And Caliban 9/24/2010
92. A Question 9/24/2010
93. The Two Dreams 9/24/2010
94. The Coal-Fire 9/24/2010
95. Bird Language 9/24/2010
96. Sonnet Xliii. London. 9/24/2010
97. At The Grave Of Keats 9/24/2010
98. Frederick Henry Hedge D. D. On His 80th Birthday, Dec. 12, 1885 9/24/2010
99. Ralph Waldo Emerson 9/24/2010
100. Sonnet Xxiii. Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. 9/24/2010
101. Sonnet Xi. The Printing-Press. 9/24/2010
102. Sonnet Xxx. Life And Death. 2. 9/24/2010
103. A Word To Philosophers 9/24/2010
104. A Poet's Soliloquy 9/24/2010
105. Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part I 9/24/2010
106. Longfellow 9/24/2010
107. Love’s Voyage 9/24/2010
108. Gnosis 9/24/2010

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Best Poem of Christopher Pearse Cranch


Thought is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought:
Souls to souls never can teach
What unto themselves was taught.

We are spirits clad in veils;
Man by man was never seen;
All our deep communing fails
To remove the shadowy screen.

Heart to heart was never known;
Mind with mind did never meet;
We are columns left alone
Of a temple once complete.

Like the stars that gem the sky,
Far apart though seeming near,
In our light we scattered lie;
All is thus but starlight here.

What is social company
But a babbling ...

Read the full of Gnosis

A Question

AH, who can tell which guide were best
To truth long sought, but unattained —
The early faith, or late unrest?
What age has earned, or boyhood gained?
When down life's vista as we gaze,
Where vanished youth's remembered gleam,
The radiance of the unconscious days —
The dream that knew not 't was a dream —
The time ere yet the shades of doubt

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