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The Vision Post by :allened Category :Poems Author :Isabel Ecclestone Mackay Date :November 2011 Read :674

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The Vision

"O SISTER, sister, from the casement leaning,
What sees thy tranced eye, what is the meaning
Of the strange rapture that thy features know?"
"I see," she said, "the sunset's crimson glow."

"O sister, sister, from the casement turning,
What saw'st thou there save sunset's sullen burning?
--Thy hand is ice, and fever lights thine eye!"
"I saw," she said, "the twilight drifting by."

"O sister, oft the sun hath set and often
Have we beheld the twilight fold and soften
The edge of day-- In this no mystery lies!"
"I saw," she said, "the crescent moon arise."

"O sister, speak! I fear when on me falleth
Thine empty glance which some wild spell enthralleth!
--How chill the air blows through the open door!"
"I saw," she said, "I saw"--and spake no more.

(The end)
Isabel Ecclestone Mackay's poem: Vision

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The Miracle The Miracle

The Miracle
THERE'S not a leaf upon the tree To show the sap is leaping,There's not a blade and not an ear Escaped from winter's keeping--But there's a something in the air A something here, a something there,A restless something everywhere-- A stirring in the sleeping!A robin's sudden, thrilling note! And see--the sky is bluer!The world, so ancient yesterday, To-day seems strangely newer;All that was wearisome and stale Has wrapped itself in rosy veil--The wraith of winter, grown so pale That smiling spring peeps through her!(The end)Isabel Ecclestone Mackay's poem: Miracle

The Crocus Bed The Crocus Bed

The Crocus Bed
YELLOW as the noonday sun,Purple as a day that's done,White as mist that lingers paleOn the edge of morning's veil,Delicate as love's first kiss--Crocuses are just like this.Ere the robin paints his breast,Ere the daffodil is drest,Ere the iris' lovely headWaves above her perfumed bedComes the crocus--and the SpringFollows after, wing on wing!Sweet perfection, holding upMagic dew in topaz cup,Alabaster, amethyst--Curling lips which Earth has kissed,Folded hearts where secrets hide,Secrets old when Eve was bride!Beauty's soul was born with wings,Flight inspires all lovely things--Would you gather rainbow fire?See the rose of dawn's desireTurn to ash beneath the moon?--Crocuses must leave us