Tag Archive for: BY EDITH LIVINGSTON SMITH

RESURRECTION

RESURRECTION. 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.

TO 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!…