A Living Poet
He knows the sweet vexation in the strife Of Love with Time, this bard who fain would stray To fairer place beyond the storms of life, With astral faces near him day by day. In deep-mossed dells the mellow waters flow Which best he loves; for there the echoes, rife With rich suggestions of his long ago, Astarte, pass with thee! And, far away, Dear southern seasons haunt the dreamy eye: Spring, flower-zoned, and Summer, warbling low In tasselled corn, alternate come and go, While gypsy Autumn, splashed from heel to thigh With vine-blood, treads the leaves; and, halting nigh, Wild Winter bends across a beard of snow.
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"He knows the sweet vexation in the strife..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Henry Kendall delivers a powerful performance in "A Living Poet"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...