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InspiredArthur Stringer

Hill-Top Hours

I am through with regret. No more shall I kennel with pain. I have called to this whimpering soul, This soul that is sodden with tears And sour with the reek of the years! And now we shall glory in light! Like a tatter of sail in the wind, Like a tangle of net on the sand, Like a hound stretched out in the heat, My soul shall lie in the sun, And be drowsy with peace, And not think of the past!
InspiredArthur Stringer

The Man of Dreams

All my lean life I garnered nothing but a dream or two, These others gathered harvests And grew fat with grain. But no man lives by bread, And bread alone. So, forgetful of their scorn, When starved, they cried for life, I gave them my last dreams, I bared for them my heart, That they might eat!
InspiredArthur Stringer

The Meaning

It isn't the Sea that I love, But the ships That must dare and endure and defy and survive it! It isn't the flesh that I love, But the spirit That guides and derides and controls and outlives it! It isn't this earth that I love, But the mortals Who give to it meaning and colour and passion and life! For what is the Sea without ships? And what is the flesh without soul? And what is a world without love?
InspiredArthur Stringer

One Night in the Northwest

When they flagged our train because of a broken rail, I stepped down out of the crowded car, With its clamour and dust and heat and babel of broken talk. I stepped out into the cool, the velvet cool, of the night, And felt the balm of the prairie-wind on my face, And somewhere I heard the running of water, I felt the breathing of grass, And I knew, as I saw the great white stars, That the world was made for good!
InspiredArthur Stringer

There Is Strength in the Soil

There is strength in the soil; In the earth there is laughter and youth. There is solace and hope in the upturned loam. And lo, I shall plant my soul in it here like a seed! And forth it shall come to me as a flower of song; For I know it is good to get back to the earth That is orderly, placid, all-patient! It is good to know how quiet And noncommittal it breathes, This ample and opulent bosom That must some day nurse us all!
InspiredArthur Stringer

The Echo

I am only a note in the chorus, A leaf in the fluttering June, A wave on the deep. These things that I struggle to utter Have all been uttered before. In many another heart The selfsame song was born, The ancient ache endured, The timeless wonder faced, The unanswered question nursed, The resurgent hunger felt, And the eternal failure known! But glad is the lip of its whisper; The wave, of its life; The leaf, of its lisp; And glad for its hour is my soul
InspiredArthur Stringer

The Turn of the Year

The pines shake and the winds wake, And the dark waves crowd the sky-line! The birds wheel out on a troubled sky; The widening road runs white and long, And the page is turned, And the world is tired! So I want no more of twilight sloth, And I want no more of resting, And of all the earth I ask no more Than the green sea, the great sea, The long road, the white road, And a change of life to-day!

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