Poems

<h4><SPAN name="CONFESSIONAL" id="CONFESSIONAL"></SPAN>CONFESSIONAL</h4> <p>Now that I kneel at the throne, O Queen,<br/> Pity and pardon me.<br/> Much have I striven to sing the same,<br/> Brother of beast and tree;<br/> Yet when the stars catch me alone<br/> Never a linnet sings&mdash;<br/> And the blood of a man is a bitter voice<br/> And cries for foolish things.<br/> <br/> Not for me be the vaunt of woe;<br/> Was not I from a boy<br/> Vowed with the helmet and spear and spur<br/> To the blood-red banner of joy?<br/> A man may sing his psalms to a stone,<br/> Pour his blood for a weed,<br/> But the tears of a man are a sudden thing,<br/> And come not of his creed.<br/> <br/> Nay, but the earth is kind to me,<br/> Though I cry for a Star,<br/> Leaves and grasses, feather and flower,<br/> Cover the foolish scar,<br/> Prophets and saints and seraphim<br/> Lighten the load with song,<br/> And the heart of a man is a heavy load<br/> For a man to bear along.<br/> <br/><br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />