Tag Archive for: Arthur Stringer

The Master Singer

THE MASTER SINGER 4854 Things loved once overmuch he made us hate, He turned our veriest weed into a rose, Taught us to weep at laughter, laugh at fate Touched us to love or sorrow as he chose And waywardly, at his imperious whim, The tides…

Going Home

Going Home 5284 I tread each mountain waste austere, Lpass dark pinelands, hill by liat; Each tardy sunrise brings me near, Vach lonely sunset nearer still Slag low, my heart, of other lands And suns we may have loved, or Inown: This silent…

A City Mood

A CITY MOOD Arthur Stringer 4354 If I once more might only wander free From all this citied laughter touched with pain, And learn with quiet hall and patient tree To watch the wheeling seasons and the rain, And with the lyric grass, the…