Stephen Vincent Benét (1898–1943) poet, short story writer, novelist
Source: Young Adventure (1918), The Quality of Courage
“These I see,
Blazing through all eternity,
A fire-winged sign, a glorious tree!”
Young Adventure (1918), The Quality of Courage
Context: It is not given me to trace
The lovely laughter of that face,
Like a clear brook most full of light,
Or olives swaying on a height,
So silver they have wings, almost;
Like a great word once known and lost
And meaning all things. Nor her voice
A happy sound where larks rejoice,
Her body, that great loveliness,
The tender fashion of her dress,
I may not paint them.
These I see,
Blazing through all eternity,
A fire-winged sign, a glorious tree!
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