Poems (Linn)/Glimpses

by Edith Willis Linn

For works with similar titles, see Glimpses.

GLIMPSES.

LOW whispers heard through half-shut doors:; Music from organs out of sight,Flooding the arches of the soul When it is dark and lonely as the night:Gray, glinting mists that wreathe and twine, Then, rent away, reveal the snow-capped height;

Shadows that fall upon the page And make us raise an eager eye;A gentle hand upon the brow; A gentle step when no one passes by;The sense of some one near and dear That gives you smile for smile and sigh for sigh.

All lives have known such mysteries:— Some fine, clear vision, when the heartLooks quickly to the after life, As we would scan some mariner's strange chart,Whereon are graven lines to show New water-courses where our ships depart.