Vitascope Pictures.

A young girl stands
    Upon the sands,
And waves her hands--
    Flirtation.

A fresh young man
    With shoes of tan,
Looks spick and span--
    Expectation.

They walk the beach,
    She seems a peach
Just out of reach--
    Vexation.

Ah what is this?
    A sound of bliss
A kiss, a kiss--
    Elation.

A father lean
    Upon the scene,
Looks awful mean--
    (Curtain.)

Edwin C. Ranck

Edwin C. Ranck was an American lyricist noted for his work in the early 20th century. He was a prolific writer and his lyrics were often characterized by their humor and wit. One of his standout works is the poem 'The Optimist', which reflects his positive outlook on life. Beyond that, little is known about his personal life or career. He remains a somewhat obscure figure in literary history.

Edwin C. Ranck

A Pun From The Deep.

Edwin C. Ranck, Simple Poetry

He Aped Her.

Edwin C. Ranck, Simple Poetry

A Wonderful Feat.

Edwin C. Ranck, Simple Poetry

The Next Morning.

Edwin C. Ranck, Simple Poetry

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Blooms on the headland far away.

Petal by petal its fiery rose
Out of the darkness buds and grows;
A dazzling shape on the dim, far cape,
A beckoning shape as it comes and goes.

A moment of bloom, and then it dies
On the windy cliff 'twixt the sea and skies.
The fog laughs low to see it go,
And the white waves watch it with cruel eyes.

Then suddenly out of the mist-cloud dun,
As touched and wooed by unseen sun,
Again into sight bursts the rose of light
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[From Farmer Harrington's Calendar.]


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        RAIN - rain - rain - for three good solid fluid weeks -
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The House Of Dust: Part 04: 06: Cinema

As evening falls,
The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls
Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving,
Moving like music, secret and rich and warm.
How shall we live to-night, where shall we turn?
To what new light or darkness yearn?
A thousand winding stairs lead down before us;
And one by one in myriads we descend
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Through half-lit halls which reach no end. . . .

Take my arm, then, you or you or you,
And let us walk abroad on the solid air:
Look how the organists head, in silhouette,
Leans to the lamplit musics orange square! . . .
The dim-globed lamps illumine rows of faces,
Rows of hands and arms and hungry eyes,
They have hurried down from a myriad secret places,
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Pictures.

The full-orbed Paschal moon; dark shadows flung
On the brown Lenten earth; tall spectral trees
Stand in their huge and naked strength erect,
And stretch wild arms towards the gleaming sky.
A motionless girl-figure, face upraised
In the strong moonlight, cold and passionless.

    *    *    *    *    *

A proud spring sunset; opal-tinted sky,
Save where the western purple, pale and faint
With longing for her fickle Love, - content
Had merged herself into his burning red.
A fair young maiden, clad in velvet robe
Of sombre green, stands in the golden glow,
One hand held up to shade her dazzled eyes,
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Flotsam

Crass rays streaming from the vestibules;
Cafes glittering like jeweled teeth;
High-flung signs
Blinking yellow phosphorescent eyes;
Girls in black
Circling monotonously
About the orange lights...

Nothing to guess at...
Save the darkness above
Crouching like a great cat.

In the dim-lit square,
Where dishevelled trees
Tustle with the wind - the wind like a scythe
Mowing their last leaves -
Arcs shimmering through a greenish haze -
Pale oval arcs
Like ailing virgins,
Each out of a halo circumscribed,
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Figures drift upon the benches
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Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple,
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Recurring waves of sound break vaguely about them,
They drift from wall to wall, from tree to tree.
Well, am I late? Upward they look and laugh,
They look at the great clocks golden hands,
They laugh and talk, not knowing what they say:
Only, their words like music seem to play;
And seeming to walk, they tread strange sarabands.

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Down the smooth heaven of her memory.
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