Poem December 18, 1926 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

As are the Silent Stars

ESTHER BRINTON

As when some person, city-worn, has come
Upon an open space quite suddenly,
And there has felt the freedom of the wind
Upon his face, and blessèd touch of stars,
Silent beyond the pointing poplar trees;
So I, this present hour, bound all about—
Or as it seemed—with mist of many minds,
Have come upon a breadth of space, and there
Have caught a sudden, starlit glimpse of Truth,
Have felt the glad caress of angel-winds,
And tasted of reality. And now
The mist is fled, and I behold man free,
Fresh as the winds, as far from care and toil
And sordidness as are the silent stars.

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