Frederick George Scott

COLLECTED POEMS


 

Azriman



Azriman, the mystic sage,
Said, “Man’s soul is in a cage,
Only peeping through the bars
At the mountain-tops and stars.

What true singing can I sing

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With a chained and crippled wing?
If I could but soar away,
Past the bounds of earth and day, [Page 134]

Bathe in fountains of the light,
Plumb the deepest gulfs of night,

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Burrow neath the teeming grass,
Hear the feet of shadows pass,

Toss with wind and waves at strife,
Stroke the baby curls of life,
Count the pulse-beats, neath the sod,

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Of the prisoned heart of God,

Then in every hill and stream
I should find a wondrous theme,
And could weave into a strain
Thoughts to heal man’s ageless pain.” [Page 135]

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