文档介绍：DREAMS & DUST
DREAMS & DUST
POEMS BY DON MARQUIS
TO MY MOTHER VIRGINIA WHITMORE MARQUIS

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DREAMS & DUST
PROEM
"SO LET THEM PASS, THESE SONGS OF
MINE"
So let them pass, these songs of mine, Into oblivion, nor repine;
Abandoned ruins of large schemes, Dimmed lights adrift from nobler
dreams,
Weak wings I sped on quests divine, So let them pass, these songs of
mine. They soar, or sink ephemeral-- I care not greatly which befall!
For if no song I e'er had wrought, Still have I loved and laughed and
fought; So let them pass, these songs of mine; I sting too hot with life to
whine!
Still shall I struggle, fail, aspire, Lose God, and find Gods in the mire,
And drink dream-deep life's heady wine-- So let them pass, these songs of
mine.
DAYLIGHT HUMORS
THIS IS ANOTHER DAY
I AM mine own priest, and I shrive myself Of all my wasted
yesterdays. Though sin And sloth and foolishness, and all ill weeds Of
error, evil, and neglect grow rank And ugly there, I dare forgive myself
That error, sin, and sloth and foolishness. God knows that yesterday I
played the fool; God knows that yesterday I played the knave; But shall I
therefore cloud this new dawn o'er With fog of futile sighs and vain
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regrets?
This is another day! And flushed Hope walks Adown the sunward
slopes with golden shoon. This is another day; and its young strength Is
laid upon the quivering hills until, Like Egypt's Memnon, they grow quick
with song. This is another day, and the bold world Leaps up and grasps its
light, and laughs, as leapt Prometheus up and wrenched the fire from Zeus.
This is another day--are its eyes blurred With maudlin grief for any
wasted past? A thousand thousand failures shall not daunt! Let dust clasp
dust; death, death--I am alive! And out of all the dust and death of mine
Old selves I dare to lift a singing heart And living faith; my spirit dares
drink deep Of the red mirth mantling in the cup of morn.
APRIL SONG
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