Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SHRINE, by MURRAY C. KIRK First Line: Lost winds, in blessing, rest upon this hill Last Line: Attunes the heart to joy that wild birds sing. Subject(s): Prayer; Shrines | ||||||||
Lost winds, in blessing, rest upon this hill, Where broken columns crumble to the sea; And cedars with the dews of morn distill Their incensed prayer. In living phantasy Slow wends the vestal train and Priest of Fire From out this ancient grove to greet the sun, With first-born of the flock raised on the pyre, To sacred chant and mystic rite begun. Unchanged, the clinging hush of ages lost Lies on this place where death was glorified; Yet, through the dusk of blighting chill and frost A myriad blossoms glow in risen tide. Pale sorrow lifts and warm, sweet breath of spring Attunes the heart to joy that wild birds sing. | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET FROM JAPAN: 2. THE SHRINE OF THE PILGRIM SANDALS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER THE DESERTED SHRINE by GLADYS CROMWELL THE SHRINE by DIGBY MACKWORTH DOLBEN ON THE MARIEN CAPELLE, CARLSBAD by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON SEEN ON A WAR-SHRINE IN PENNSYLVANIA by E. M. GREEVES-CARPENTER SHRINE AND SPIRIT by HARRIET OLDS HENDERSON |
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