Francis J. Lys

Summary

Francis J. Lys A Summer's Poems

Quenched are the beacon lights that brightly burned,
Distant the guiding voices that were near;
The frolic temper of the prime is turned
To weariness, and faith is dimmed with fear:
What if one battle against the beating waves,
Who knows if he shall win the haven he craves?
Where lies the haven, or if there be in sooth
Some haven of peace for them that wrestle and fight—
Who shall be bold to take his trust for truth,
The gleams he follows for the world's one light,
When to his fellows' eyes as naught they seem,
Or but false phantoms of a fading dream?
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Francis J. Lys A Summer's Poems

The goal of our vision hath,
And closer the dark cliffs draw
Frowning about our path;
And seldom they part to disclose
Issue or choice anew,
But the track that the child once chose,
The man must still pursue.
XII.
To R. H. K. and J. M. K.
Summer is fled, and the skies are weeping
For withered blossom and faded scent,
And over the face of the forest is creeping
A flush of fever with pale fear blent,
And even the brows of the mountains borrow
From the gray cloud-fleeces a scarf of sorrow.
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Francis J. Lys A Summer's Poems

Coursing exultantly through and through
His veins, and giving him life anew.
So awhile he rejoiced, scarce heedful why,
And the days went sweetly and swiftly by;
Alas! too swiftly over and lost,
Like blossoms of summer seared by the frost,
That feel more bitter the wintry spite
Because of the fulness of past delight.
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