THE POEM I SHOULD LIKE TO WRITE
The poem I should like to write was written long ago,
In vast primeval valleys and on mountains clad in snow;
It was written where no foot of man or beast had ever trod,
And where the first wild flower turned its smiling face to God;
Where mighty winds swept far and wide-oer dark and sullen seas,
And where the first earth-mother sat, a child upon her knees.
The poem I shoud like to write is written in the stars,
Where Venus holds her glowing torch behind her gleaming bars;
Where old Arcturus swings his lamp across the fields of space,
And all his brilliant retinue is wheeling in place;
Where unknown suns must rise and set, as ages onward fare--
The poem I should like to write is surely written there.
No human hand can write it, for with a pen divine,
The Master Poet wrote it--each burning word and line.
Margaret A. Windes, contemporary American
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