THEIR WAVING HANDS
SINCE I rose out of child-oblivionI have walked in a world of many dreams,And noble souls beside the shining streamsOf fancy have with beckonings led me on.Their faces oft, mayhap, I could not see,Only their waving hands and noble forms.Sometimes there sprang between quick-gathered storms,But always they came back again to me.Women with smiling eyes and star-spun hairSpake gentle things, bade me look back to viewThe deeds of the great souls who climbed the stairImmortal, and for whom God's manna grew:Dante, Anacreon, Euripides,And all who set rich wine upon the lees.
SINCE I rose out of child-oblivionI have walked in a world of many dreams,And noble souls beside the shining streamsOf fancy have with beckonings led me on.Their faces oft, mayhap, I could not see,Only their waving hands and noble forms.Sometimes there sprang between quick-gathered storms,But always they came back again to me.Women with smiling eyes and star-spun hairSpake gentle things, bade me look back to viewThe deeds of the great souls who climbed the stairImmortal, and for whom God's manna grew:Dante, Anacreon, Euripides,And all who set rich wine upon the lees.
SINCE I rose out of child-oblivionI have walked in a world of many dreams,And noble souls beside the shining streamsOf fancy have with beckonings led me on.Their faces oft, mayhap, I could not see,Only their waving hands and noble forms.Sometimes there sprang between quick-gathered storms,But always they came back again to me.Women with smiling eyes and star-spun hairSpake gentle things, bade me look back to viewThe deeds of the great souls who climbed the stairImmortal, and for whom God's manna grew:Dante, Anacreon, Euripides,And all who set rich wine upon the lees.
SINCE I rose out of child-oblivion
I have walked in a world of many dreams,
And noble souls beside the shining streams
Of fancy have with beckonings led me on.
Their faces oft, mayhap, I could not see,
Only their waving hands and noble forms.
Sometimes there sprang between quick-gathered storms,
But always they came back again to me.
Women with smiling eyes and star-spun hair
Spake gentle things, bade me look back to view
The deeds of the great souls who climbed the stair
Immortal, and for whom God's manna grew:
Dante, Anacreon, Euripides,
And all who set rich wine upon the lees.