O SLEEPING FALLS THE MAIDEN SNOW and WHITE LIONS ARE ROARING ON THE WATER by Kenneth Patchen

O SLEEPING FALLS THE MAIDEN SNOW

O sleeping falls the maiden snow
Upon the cold branches of the city
And oh! my love is warm and safe in my arms

Nearer, nearer comes the hell-breath of these times
O God! what can I do to guard her then

O sleeping falls the maiden snow
Upon the bitter place of our shelterlessness
But oh! for this moment, she whom I love
Lies safely in my arms

WHITE LIONS ARE ROARING ON THE WATER

White lions are roaring on the water
And cold are the winds along the shore ;
And I think of men and of their wonder
That now they’ve asked to square the whore.

Who’ve prinked and ; gacked and ; goggled in the slop
Of every ordered fraud and cheat,
Now’d have the bloody swindle stop—
And march against the drums they beat.

So I think of men and of this winter,
And of the spring that comes no more ; 
Death’s lions are raging on the water,
And black are the winds upon the shore.

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