Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MY SHRINE, by ELMA SCHEEL


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MY SHRINE, by                    
First Line: I love the friendly loneliness of plains
Last Line: And waft to me old dreams that cannot die.
Subject(s): Calm; Introspection; Prairies; Self; Shrines; Placid; Undisturbed; Tranquility; Plains


I love the friendly loneliness of plains ...
The star-swept hush, when winds have died away,
Is wrought for me; a shrine where I may pray—
A land where one may hear symphonic strains
Of heaven's choir, and stroll down fragrant lanes
Of thought. One then can feel the cares of day
Arise on vagrant wings. They cannot stay
When night lifts up its whispered, old refrains.
Here, one may breathe the dusk-sweet air, and scent
The poignant breath of sage, while hopes aspire.
I love the challenge of the far-flung sky,
Still unexplored. Its cool, blue dome unrent
By man, holds mystic depths of vague desire,
And waft to me old dreams that cannot die.





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