Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ON READING THE POETRY OF A MYSTIC, by MARY SINTON LEITCH


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First Line: I hear a sound of waters; --not the combing
Last Line: Dips in the liquid dusk a flaming wing.
Subject(s): Mysticism; Poetry & Poets; Religion; Water; Theology


I hear a sound of waters; -- not the combing
Of breakers on the beach; not wild waves foaming
On giant crags; nor yet the soft caress
Of drowsy, sun-warmed tides upon the sand;
Not any sea that washes on a land
Of human cares, of human weariness:
This music floats from some enshadowed river
That never moves -- and yet flows on forever; --
The singing voice of silence that is blown
On spirit winds and heard in dreams alone.
In some far isle where never beast has trod,
Unknown of man and even unguessed of God,
The river shines in darkness, and the deep
Mysterious music lulls the soul to sleep,
While one strange bird that cannot soar nor sing
Dips in the liquid dusk a flaming wing.





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