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    The Singing Man: A Book of Songs and Shadows
    The Singing Man: A Book of Songs and Shadows
    The Singing Man: A Book of Songs and Shadows
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    The Singing Man: A Book of Songs and Shadows

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateDec 23, 2019
    ISBN4064066148607
    The Singing Man: A Book of Songs and Shadows

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      Book preview

      The Singing Man - Josephine Preston Peabody

      Josephine Preston Peabody

      The Singing Man: A Book of Songs and Shadows

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4064066148607

      Table of Contents

      FOREWORD

      THE SINGING MAN

      THE SINGING MAN

      THE TREES

      RICH MAN, POOR MAN

      THE FOUNDLING

      THE FEASTER

      THE GOLDEN SHOES

      NOON AT PÆSTUM

      VESTAL FLAME

      THE PROPHET

      THE LONG LANE

      ALISON'S MOTHER TO THE BROOK

      CANTICLE OF THE BABE

      GLADNESS

      THE NIGHTINGALE UNHEARD

      ENVOI

      FOREWORD

      Table of Contents

      We make our songs as we must, from fragments of the joy and sorrow of living. What Life itself may be, we cannot know till all men share the chance to know.

      Until the day of some more equal portion, there is no human brightness unhaunted by this black shadow: the thought of those unnumbered who pay all the heavier cost of life, to live and die without knowledge that there is any Joy of Living.

      No song could face such blackness, but for the will to share, and for hope of the day of sharing.

      Upon that hope and that mindfulness, the poems in this book are linked together.

      J.P.M.

      4 October, 1911.

      THE SINGING MAN 3

      THE TREES 15

      O, do you remember? How it came to be? 21

      RICH MAN, POOR MAN 23

      But we did walk in Eden 29

      THE FOUNDLING 31

      Love sang to me. And I went down the stair 35

      THE FEASTER 37

      Belovèd, if the moon could weep 43

      THE GOLDEN SHOES 45

      NOON AT PÆSTUM 47

      VESTAL FLAME 48

      The dark had left no speech save hand-in-hand 51

      THE PROPHET 53

      THE LONG LANE 56

      Ah but, Belovèd, men may do 59

      ALISON'S MOTHER TO THE BROOK 61

      You, Four Walls, wall not in my heart! 65

      CANTICLE OF THE BABE 67

      And thou, Wayfaring Woman whom I meet 73

      GLADNESS 75

      THE NIGHTINGALE UNHEARD 81

      Envoi 87

      THE SINGING MAN

      Table of Contents

      AN ODE OF THE PORTION OF LABOR

      'The profit of the Earth is for all.' —ECCLESIASTES.

      THE SINGING MAN

      Table of Contents

      I

      He sang above the vineyards of the world.

      And after him the vines with woven hands

      Clambered and clung, and everywhere unfurled

      Triumphing green above the barren lands;

      Till high as gardens grow, he climbed, he stood,

      Sun-crowned with life and strength, and singing toil,

      And looked upon his work; and it was good:

      The corn, the wine, the oil.

      He sang above

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