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 Katherine Hale

A myriad-mingled sound of many men. This, and a strange new vision of the heart, A love just dawning, an age-old surprise, A sudden turning to those splendid arms That are forever open. Thus we came Broken by war, home to her splendid arms.

y Son sails high— His Ocean, azure air: He in the shining sky— And swift Death everywhere.

His ardent youth Explores a strange new sea As if even Death, forsooth, Were rare good company.

And my dear heart, Each moment that you fly Is a dull eon apart In my soul's agony.

This autumn wind Treacherous, hungry,—chill, Those laughing wings may find And rend, and still.

The earth-force, strong, Ready to lure your bark, May hum a homing-song And draw you to the dark.

O golden Fire, Whose course is never run, Outshine all dark desire And keep my son!