Songs of democracy and on other themes Author:Charles Edward Russell Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: A PILLAR OF SOCIETY Lo, for a little space the sturdy sleeper, With parted eyelids toward this hell of pain, Sighs with forced breath, " Am I my brother's ... more »keeper?" And sleeps again, Above the waste and dreary devastation That his own hands incarnardined have spread, Sleeps while the cruel wheels of his creation Go plashed with red. INDIA (Sonata) Allegro I. Allegro. II. Adagio. III. Minuet : Trio : Minuet : Trio—Scherzo. IV. Allegro moderato. For I have clasped thee close in these mine arms, And I have bound thee with mine odorous hair, And snared thy soul with lilt of singing charms, And made thee swoon with spice and heavy air. Yea, I have held thee with mine hair, Thy drooping eyes made drunk with heat. And then my smooth brown brow swept bare, The anklets tinkling on my feet, The armlets gleaming on mine arms, The subtle music round me shed, The drowsy fume of scented air, And eyes thy thirsty eyes found sweet, Wove thee about with endless charms. With deadly fruit then thou wast fed: For when from fairer cheeks than mine Thou earnest, curious like a child, With hands that drew my face to thine, Then didst thou hear, grown strangely wise, Barbaric cymbals, faint and wild, And glimpse old rivers, sunny isled, While through thy being, vein by vein, My poison ran like wizard wine, To bear the spell that makes thee mine. Now if I call to thee " Arise! " Not wailing winds nor northern sea Shall hush that poignant cry from thee, And till thou rise and come to me Thou shalt not find thy rest again. Rememberest thou that once when sick Of colors and sweet sound, Of cassia buds and incense-stick And flowers thou hadst found, Thy soul made moan for a cooler breath, A slower pulse than mine, And thou wouldst hear what the north wind saith Acr...« less