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Wednesday, September 28, 2011

In Autumn's Dreamy Ear / Theodore Harding Rand


In Autumn's Dreamy Ear

In autumn's dreary ear, as suns go by
Whose yellow beams are dulled with langorous motes,
The deep vibrations of the cosmic notes
Are as the voice of those that prophesy.
Her spirit kindles, and her filmy eye!
In haste the fluttering robe, whose glory floats
In pictured folds, her eager soul devote -
Lo, she with her winged harper sweeps the sky!

Splendours of blossomed time, like poppies red,
Distil dull slumbers o'er the engaged soul
And thrall with sensuous pomp its azured dower;
Till, roused by vibrant touch from the unseen Power,
The spirit keen, freed from the painted dead,
On wings mounts up to reach its living Goal.

~~~
Theodore Harding Rand (1835-1900)
from At Minas Basin, and other poems, 1897
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]


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