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To E. P. B. Post by :smoore Category :Poems Author :Leigh Gordon Giltner Date :September 2011 Read :3161

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To E. P. B.

Imperial as that famed Elizabeth
Before whose feet a knight his cloak cast down--
A sovereign--altho' thine only crown
Love's roses 'twine for thee, Elizabeth.

Ah, maiden sweeter than morn's nectared breath,
Across thy path no regal robe I fling--
Only a living, loving heart I bring
To lay at thy dear feet, Elizabeth.

(The end)
Leigh Gordon Giltner's poem: To E. P. B.

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Through The Dark Through The Dark

Through The Dark
Last night they laid me in my winding sheet, Set burning tapers at my feet and head,Decked me with wan white blossoms faint and sweet, And told each other softly, "She is dead."Ay, dumb and dead! Enshrouded, cold and stark I lay where waned the tawny tapers dim,Pulseless and pale; yet thro' the dreadful dark I lived in thoughts of him.The morning came. One who had loved me bent Above my face with tears and bated breath;Laid on my heart the roses he had sent-- And I--was glad of death!(The end)Leigh Gordon Giltner's poem: Through

In The Play In The Play

In The Play
In a painted "Forest of Arden," in the glare of the garish light,In doublet and hose, be-powdered and rouged, you sigh to me night by night;Attuned to the sway of your cadenced voice, as a harp to the wooing wind,I thrill at the touch of your painted lips--for--"I am your Rosalind!"Could you know that my art in seeming was a dearer thing than art,That the love-words spoken nightly spring straight from a loving heart;Could you know that my soul speaks to you--aye soul and spirit and mind!When I gaze deep into your eyes and breathe--"And I am your Rosalind!"To you 'tis