Percy MacKaye Poems
|4.||Goethals, The Prophet Engineer||4/22/2010|
|7.||Uriel: (In Memory Of William Vaughn Moody)||4/22/2010|
|8.||Hymn Of The New World||4/22/2010|
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A bomb has fallen over Notre Dame:
Germans have burned another Belgian town:
Russians quelled in the east: England in qualm:
I closed my eyes, and laid the paper down.
Gray ledge and moor-grass and pale bloom of light
By pale blue seas!
What laughter of a child world-sprite,
Sweet as the horns of lone October bees,
Shrills the faint shore with mellow, odd delight?
What elves are these
In smocks gray-blue as sea and ledge,
Dancing upon the silvered edge
Of darkness—each ecstatic one
Making a happy orison,
With shining limbs, to the...