Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
By GenesseretFrank S. Gordon
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By the sea of Genesseret,
By my heart at ebb tide,
By the surging hosts of many people?
Full-glorious in pure serenity,
The rage, the roar of lions,
The sea uplifted cloud-ward.
Music unto me, and sweet
As radiance planet-wafted
On the eve at eventide.
But it was His words,
Fresh-fallen, unperturbéd by
The din of centuries.
That hang upon the waters
When twilight-mystery walks,
Empurpled there.
The rage of waves—
A song unending, unbegun,
Bewitching-borne.
The fawn and the timid doe,
They passed near me
Grazing, unafraid.
Neither war nor servitude,
Since He who stills the lions
Had passed by.