Tag Archive for: BY EDITH LIVINGSTON SMITH
RESURRECTION
UncategorizedRESURRECTION.
EDITH LIVINGSTON SMITH
282-1.
A BREATH of incense in the air.
The stirring pulse of all things new.
The earth wrapped in its morning dew
Lies chill and still, faint-green and fair,
A bird on wind thrills 'neath the sky.
I…
TO PASCALINE.
UncategorizedTO PASCALINE.
EDITH LIVINGSTON SMITH.
537.1
LOVE, I would sing a song of my dreaming
(Listen, be kind-)
Harp-sung on sun-strings, told to the leaves
Stirred by the wind:
Spring veils the earth in its garment of youth
Wondrous her face!…