Mansong Author:John Gneisenau Neihardt 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: III LOVE-CRY LURED as the Earth lures Summer, Wooing as Sunlight the Seed— I am the mystical Comer, I am the Will and the Deed! Over and over forever The... more » glad sad story is told; Fleeing, escaping me never, I am your Shower of Gold. Subtle as April creeping Flower-shod out of the South, I am the Dream of your sleeping, Fever am I at your mouth. Like a hush that falls before singing, Awful as death and birth, I am the May-Fog clinging— You are the Earth! But lo! in my Garden of Wonder, Under the wooing Moon, Bursts, as from silence the thunder, The blood-dyed flower of June! Oh, strong as a tiger in springing, Oh, swift as a cloud-flung fire, Like storm-blades from sky-rifts outflinging— I am Desire! And mine are the pangful kisses That waken the Dream in the Dust; Bringer of aching blisses, Cruel I seem as Lust. I come like a wind of disaster, Flinging the whips of the rain; Oh, I am a pitiless Master— I am glorified Pain! This is the Story of stories— (The Rain and the Seed and the Sod)— Awful with glooms and glories, These are the rites of the god! But Oh, when the storm and its riot Sleeps in the after-hush, I am the dawn-filled quiet— I am the thrush. i I am the sun to cherish, I am the dew to feed You with your blooms that perish, Martyrs unto the seed! Ancient and ending never, This is the Law and the Plan. Oh, yeu are the Woman ftrever— 7 am the Manl chapter{Section 4IV GMA, MOTHER GJEA, Mother Gaea, Oh, at last, Wearied with too much seeking, here I cast My soul, my heart, my body down on thee! Dust of thy dust, canst thou not mother me? Not as an infant weeping do I come; These tears are tears of battle; like a drum Struck by wild righting hands my temples throb; Sob of the breathless swordsman i...« less