The Loom of Life
Calls me: Come up—come up—higher, higher, higher!

Daytime meteor trailing light,

Like a shooting star at night—

Just a moment of delight,

Followed by a mad desire:

But the flaming flash of scarlet,

Tantalizing madcap varlet,

Hiding from my aching sight—

This time just a little nigher—

Laughing from his leafy height,

Mocks me: Come up—come up—higher, higher, higher!

[Pg 54]

[Pg 54]

SUNSET IN BREATHITT

Through purple haze of evening mountain mist,

A spiral thread of dark blue smoke arose

From hidden cove and rugged steep defile;

While like a ball of blood o'er some far magic isle,

The sun a moment hung in deep repose,

Above a placid sea of amethyst,


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