Now That Age Slowly Creeps
Now that age slowly creeps upon the man
With strength and vigour nigh their midday sun New schemes crop up to
take the place of old Like flow’rs that fall to give place to fresh
O calm heart, your spirit yet remains firm To hold on the sweetness that
lies with it In deathless glow that paves the lovesome path Where the
zealous heart roams his restless way!
For you sweet peerless gem shall ever be The gallant ray the pilgrim
looks upon To feed his vast fields that shout with kind joy And await
the harvest of all his toil.
When now the hour draws the bone to the dust Calm contemplation of you
bears sweet charm.
The Soul Awhispering
The soul awhispers,
‘A treasure is lost,’
Valued vessels, across had sailed
An age is doomed.
The soul awhispers,
‘There a glory was,’
Hand in hand in love –
Now restructuring eludes –
The earth, the outlook transformed
A god in an envelope of wool
The mermaid in view
Gay festivals of the heavenly orb
Earth in merry tears;
Throbs within the beating stuff
Radiate contents futuristic,
A genie of constant prompting
Lights the murk of every damp
Love in concealment,
Opens visions to wide horizons
Desires become gods of themselves
As slaves of men are issued
When silent stirs rear their passions.
The Twilight Lament
A jinx of meditation of the dark,
The fad of most,
That feed journeying age of man,
You are the gawky harbinger of woe
By this ebullient solitude.
Last night, we heard dire strutting,
A killing jollity in a faceless tree
Whereon, in carousing a noise is trumpeted, In the shadows of the
What tawdry spectacle of darkness,
A precursor of a deficiency,
Can interpret the actuality of the seed?
Perchance, your lament of yester dusk,
Was among the influence a vendetta,
But no, a resolved blend of hearts,
To the perdition of today.
We are that casual fright in a jiffy,
In readiness of the blatant note,
Whose nocturnal echoes,
Speak of a lovely death of the day.
Stately leviathan in force
Snappy against moony advent
Glossy phases replete of brightness
He simulates, deafening order
Possessing a twang, sensuous
That antiquated countenance stooped
Soulless beings of ill-bred reason,
A fleck did enlighten,
Seeking adventurers on mirror-flow
Flaming ambition caressing
What dynamic resources
Augmented conviction to explore
The pith of that conference,
Dividing blood from blood,
Ideas from reality,
Blackman from Blackman.