Poem by Alice Corbin Henderson

O World

O world that changes under my hand,
O brown world, bitter and bright,
And full of hidden recesses
Of love and light

O world, what use would there be to me
Of power beyond power
To change, or establish new balance,
To build, or deflower?

O world, what use would there be?
Had I the Creator's fire,
I could not build you nearer
To my heart's desire!

1. From the Stone Age
2. The Great Air Birds Go Swiftly by
3. Two Voices
4. Humoresque
5. One City Only

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