GEOTHEOS
by: Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914)
- s sweet as the look of a lover
- Saluting the eyes of a maid,
- That blossom to blue as the maid
- Is ablush to the glances above her,
- The sunshine is gilding the glade
- And lifting the lark out of shade.
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- Sing therefore high praises, and therefore
- Sing songs that are ancient as gold,
- Of Earth in her garments of gold;
- Nor ask of their meaning, nor wherefore
- They charm as of yore, for behold!
- The Earth is as fair as of old.
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- Sing songs of the pride of the mountains,
- And songs of the strength of the seas,
- And the fountains that fall to the seas
- From the hands of the hills, and the fountains
- That shine in the temples of trees,
- In valleys of roses and bees.
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- Sing songs that are dreamy and tender,
- Of slender Arabian palms,
- And shadows that circle the palms,
- Where caravans, veiled from the splendor,
- Are kneeling in blossoms and balms,
- In islands of infinite calms.
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- Barbaric, O Man, was thy runing
- When mountains were stained as with wine
- By the dawning of Time, and as wine
- Were the seas, yet its echoes are crooning,
- Achant in the gusty pine
- And the pulse of the poet's line.
"Geotheos" is reprinted from Shapes of Clay. Ambrose Bierce. San Francisco: W. E. Wood, 1903. |
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