Edward Robeson Taylor
Edward Robeson Taylor Poems
|1.||The Dreams of Long Ago||5/28/2015|
|3.||An Arizona Cactus||6/10/2015|
|11.||The Fog Rolls In||6/10/2015|
|12.||With the Eagle||7/2/2015|
|13.||Theseus and Ariadne||12/10/2015|
|14.||Ulysses and Calypso||12/10/2015|
Deep-brooding Night has done its worst and best,
And once again we front the new-born Day,
Where now the sickled moon with lessening ray
Hangs low upon the sky's auroral breast.
The earth, soft-garmented in robes of gray,
Drinks heaven's sweet dew with such delightful zest,
She fain would see time held a prisoner lest
The sun should sweep her present joys away.
Home kindles now its necessary fires,
Whose shafts of smoke, that gently pierce the air,
Like incense seem in worship of the Morn.
And as we list to these far-sounding lyres,
So great all grows, so ...
An Arizona Cactus
The burning sun has scorched the rainless ground,
Where the volcano's progeny still lie;
And yet beneath an unrelenting sky
What creatures born to beauty may be found!
Just now we caught a bird's melodious sound
In unison blending with the pine's low sigh,
The while a daisy's all unenvious eye
Watched a near juniper with glory crowned.
But chief of all, behold yon crimson flame