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Once I lived in the city;
I loved the hurry of feet, The hours crowded with work and play, The kaleidoscope of the street. Once I lived in the mountains. Once I lived by the sea. The hills I loved for their steadfast peace, The sea, because it was free. But now I live on the golden plain, Nobody else near by, And oh, I love it the best of all For I love and live with the sky. How can I tell its beauty? Which of its moods is best? It makes me small as a pygmy, It swells the heart in my breast. By day it's a painted pageant. God sketches its mighty bowl With themes in cloud and in color To match every tint of the soul. At night, I look up in the zenith. Far as the eye can see Are spaces . . . and stars . . . and silence . . . Types of infinity. Oh, I love both mountain and city, Oh I left the sea with a sigh, But I know I am nearest Heaven On the plain, alone with the sky. __May Willams Ward. |
Seesaw
May Williams Ward
page 56
(Atlanta: The Bozart Press. 1929)
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