Visions of the dusk / Fenton Johnson [electronic text]
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Title
Visions of the dusk / Fenton Johnson [electronic text]
Author
Johnson, Fenton, 1888-1958
Editor
Lin, Nancy, 1968-
Publication
New York: F.J.
1915
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TWO SONGS.
I.
THE SONG OF THE PASSING.
1.
I am weary of this loving and this grieving,Lay me down beneath the bending willows,Strew upon me petals of the bleeding roses,O my mourners.
2.
I am weary of this loving and this sighing,Bring me sweet Aljulia ere I meet the boatmanBy the shining waters of the mystic river,O my mourners.
3.
Let me hear the breezes singing low of Heaven,Let me feel the cool of earth upon my body,Let me hear the laughter of the little children,O my mourners.
II.
I am the dusk,The dreamborn soulOf yesterday;I am the hopeOf true Love's birth, — The Man in Chains.
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2.
I am the starWhose light descendsBeneath the sea;I am the roseWhose perfume livesBeyond the years.
3.
I am thy rod,I am thy staff,O brothers pale;For thee I live,For thee I die,O brothers mine.
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