Free Verse.It is a kiss of God On the rosy lips of Time, A shadow on the lake, A beacon guiding stranded ships to shore. It reflects the truth In the early time of youth And knows neither age, Nor pain, nor darkness, But is always young and bright. It glimpses the moon when the stars are dim And love is near. . . It scents the fragrance of the new mown hay At the setting of the sun at close of day When life's race is run. It sees the dawn of the New Day And hears the music of the spheres As the darkness fades away. It is the shadow of the Almighty Cast before me That I may understand In language plain and true, Without surplus or omission, Uniformity of measure or rhyme____ Words that express the exact thought, Mirrored on the mind from the Unknown. It is the echo of the Universe Pouring forth sweet cadence of harmony, Filling my soul with ecstasy, And lifting me Heavenward As it comes whispering through the Ages! __Henry Polk Lowenstein, Kansas City, Mo. |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 76
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
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