Gamaliel Bradford(9 October 1863 - 11 April 1932 / Boston, Massachusetts)
- by Gamaliel Bradford32
Down come the leaves, Like fleeting years, Or idle tears Of love that grieves.
A tinkling trill, A pallid flight Like brief delight -- And all is still.
- by Gamaliel Bradford29
I've been a hopeless sinner, but I understand a saint, Their bend of weary knees and their con- tortions long and faint, And the endless pricks of conscience, like a hundred thousand pins, A real perpetual penance for imaginary sins.
I love to wander widely, but I understand a cell, Where you tell and tell your beads because you've nothing else to tell, Where the crimson joy of flesh, with all its wild fantastic tricks, Is forgotten in the blinding glory of the crucifix.
I cannot speak for others, but my inmost soul is torn With a battle of desires making all my life forlorn. There are moments when I would untread the paths that I have trod. I'm a haunter of the devil, but I hunger after God.
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