Arthur Upson

“Out of the conquered Past  Unravishable Beauty;Hearts that are dew and dust  Rebuking the dream of Death;Flower of the clay down-cast  Triumphant in earth’s aroma;Strings that were strained in rust  A-tremble with Music’s breath!{{pb}}Wine that was spilt in haste  Arising in fumes more precious;Garlands that fell forgot  Rooting to wondrous bloom;Youth that would flow to waste  Pausing in pool-green valleys—And Passion that lasted not  Surviving the voiceless Tomb!”

“Friend of my heart! Among the Autumn trees  We walk together baring thought to thought  Of this vast symbol-earth wherein lie wroughtHints of immortal dreams and destinies!And you and I are part of all of these!  Ourselves mysterious emblems, tones half-caught  From voices far, wherein our souls have soughtDeep meanings, silent, 'mid earth's melodies.”