The Hound of Heaven
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THE HOUND OF HEAVEN
When she lit her glimmering tapers Round the day's dead sanctities Page 52]
THE HOUND OF HEAVEN
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY STELLA LANGDALE
NEW YORK DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY 1926
INTRODUCTION
Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears Page 45
Across the margent of the world I fled Page 47
I said to dawn: Be sudden Page 47
I knew how the clouds arise, Spumèd of the wild sea-snortings Page 51]
Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke! ..... smitten me to my knee; I am defenceless utterly Page 55]
Yea, faileth now even dream The dreamer Page 55]
The hid battlements of Eternity: Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again Page 56]
Whether man's heart or life it be which yields Thee harvest, must Thy harvest fields Be dunged with rotten death? Page 57]
Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears Page 45
Across the margent of the world I fled Page 47
I said to dawn: Be sudden Page 47
I knew how the clouds arise, Spumèd of the wild sea-snortings Page 51]
Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke! ..... smitten me to my knee; I am defenceless utterly Page 55]
Yea, faileth now even dream The dreamer Page 55]
The hid battlements of Eternity: Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again Page 56]
Whether man's heart or life it be which yields Thee harvest, must Thy harvest fields Be dunged with rotten death? Page 57]
OF "THE HOUND OF HEAVEN"
NEW YORK DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY 1926
INTRODUCTION
Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears Page 45
Across the margent of the world I fled Page 47
I said to dawn: Be sudden Page 47
I knew how the clouds arise, Spumèd of the wild sea-snortings Page 51]
Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke! ..... smitten me to my knee; I am defenceless utterly Page 55]
Yea, faileth now even dream The dreamer Page 55]
The hid battlements of Eternity: Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again Page 56]
Whether man's heart or life it be which yields Thee harvest, must Thy harvest fields Be dunged with rotten death? Page 57]
Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears Page 45
Across the margent of the world I fled Page 47
I said to dawn: Be sudden Page 47
I knew how the clouds arise, Spumèd of the wild sea-snortings Page 51]
Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke! ..... smitten me to my knee; I am defenceless utterly Page 55]
Yea, faileth now even dream The dreamer Page 55]
The hid battlements of Eternity: Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again Page 56]
Whether man's heart or life it be which yields Thee harvest, must Thy harvest fields Be dunged with rotten death? Page 57]
OF "THE HOUND OF HEAVEN"
ILLUSTRATIONS
When she lit her glimmering tapers . . . . . . . . . Frontispiece
Titanic glooms of chasmed fears
Across the margent of the world I fled
I said to dawn: Be sudden
I knew how the clouds arise
Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke!
Yea, faileth now even dream
The hid battlements of Eternity
Whether man's heart or life it be which yields
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside (missing from book)
Thunder-driven, They clanged His chariot
In her wind-walled palace
I shook the pillaring hours
And now my heart is as a broken fount
That Voice is round me like a bursting sea
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind
Titanic glooms of chasmed fears
Across the margent of the world I fled
I said to dawn: Be sudden
I knew how the clouds arise
Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke!
Yea, faileth now even dream
The hid battlements of Eternity
Whether man's heart or life it be which yields
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside (missing from book)
Thunder-driven, They clanged His chariot
In her wind-walled palace
I shook the pillaring hours
And now my heart is as a broken fount
That Voice is round me like a bursting sea
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind
When she lit her glimmering tapers . . . . . . . . . Frontispiece
Titanic glooms of chasmed fears
Across the margent of the world I fled
I said to dawn: Be sudden
I knew how the clouds arise
Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke!
Yea, faileth now even dream
The hid battlements of Eternity
Whether man's heart or life it be which yields
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside (missing from book)
Thunder-driven, They clanged His chariot
In her wind-walled palace
I shook the pillaring hours
And now my heart is as a broken fount
That Voice is round me like a bursting sea
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind
Titanic glooms of chasmed fears
Across the margent of the world I fled
I said to dawn: Be sudden
I knew how the clouds arise
Naked I wait Thy love's uplifted stroke!
Yea, faileth now even dream
The hid battlements of Eternity
Whether man's heart or life it be which yields
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside (missing from book)
Thunder-driven, They clanged His chariot
In her wind-walled palace
I shook the pillaring hours
And now my heart is as a broken fount
That Voice is round me like a bursting sea
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind
THE HOUND OF HEAVEN
Thunder-driven, They clanged His chariot 'thwart a heaven Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o' their feet
In her wind-walled palace
I shook the pillaring hours And pulled my life upon me
And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver
That Voice is round me like a bursting sea
In her wind-walled palace
I shook the pillaring hours And pulled my life upon me
And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver
That Voice is round me like a bursting sea
Thunder-driven, They clanged His chariot 'thwart a heaven Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o' their feet
In her wind-walled palace
I shook the pillaring hours And pulled my life upon me
And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver
That Voice is round me like a bursting sea
In her wind-walled palace
I shook the pillaring hours And pulled my life upon me
And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver
That Voice is round me like a bursting sea
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