American poet
I flush with heaving passion's strange delight,
Yet find contentment lost in appetite.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"The Quest for God"
He who worries about reputation,
Has a reputation to worry about.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"The Song of the Soul"
Life, with the Soul predominant,
Is a noble mosaic, a bewitching arabesque.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"The Song of the Soul"
Some meet love's dreams when kissed by death,
And some again in youth,
But all have felt the quickening breath
Of love's undying truth.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"Love's Dreams"
My Soul lives many lives.
Each life a thought, each thought a life.
I am but Thought.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"The Song of the Soul"
Tell me, why are the old friends kind,
And ever the tenderest, too?
Youth has no art, but an open mind,
And its love is sincere and true.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"Tell Me"
Only man can blush.
No other creature knows of shame.
Why have we wandered so far away
From simple honesty?
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"The Song of the Soul"
The ragman is fate, but you bring him to pass.
There's never a rag, but you make it, alas!
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"The Ragman"
The cherubim of love are better far
Than pillared wisdom's most seraphic star.
And knowledge cannot bring the sweet delight
Of childhood's faith that pierces darkest night.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"The Quest for God"
Our Reason walks with weary, bruiséd feet.
But Intuition soars with wings complete.
The conscious mind is not so much the man
As that subconscious force that knows Life's plan.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"Veritas Vincit"
No man ever reaches manhood
till a woman's tenderness
Is a part of his possession.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"The Conquerors"
Words are but the shining garments of Thought.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"The Song of the Soul"
With what tragic pathos do all men regard
The child grown old whose heart cries!
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"Childhood", A Soliloquy of Life
When life's summer grows to winter
And its roses fade and fall;
When in vain we try to hinder
Death's commissioned right to all;
When on white lips there's a last kiss
And we see her face no more,
Then it is to know what love is,
Waiting on a foreign shore.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"'Tis Then We Know"
For death is but a passing phase of Life;
A change of dress, a disrobing;
A birth into the unborn again;
A commencing where we ended;
A starting where we stopped to rest;
A crossroad of Eternity;
A giving up of something, to possess all things.
The end of the unreal, the beginning of the real.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"The Song of the Soul"
There are decades in the making of the one man of renown;
Multitudes that go unnoticed who must wreathe for him a crown.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"Caelestis"
Oh, thou divinest healer Time
And thing sublime!
That thou should'st gladly life's lorn nest
Anew invest,
And set before the eyes of man
A deeper purpose, holier plan,
And gently bridge the abysmal span,
'Twixt earth and rest!
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"Oh, Thou Inexorable Grief"
The blackest murder is the killing of the Soul's aspirations!
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"The Song of the Soul"
Love, the hidden spring of life, and soul's desire.
Celestial gold, secreted, laid by fire
In every heart, in every thing that lives,
In every thought that human impulse gives.
The coin of heaven, the treasure of the earth,
The rarest gift, and joy of largest worth.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"Love"
Fortunes are wrung from the smallest of things
That once were ignored, turning men into kings.
EDWIN LEIBFREED
"The Ragman"