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Lo, All the Way, Look you, I said, the clouds will… Grow clear, the road Be easier for my travelling the fi… So sodden and dead,
Musicians O Musicians: Heartseas… Heartsease: an you will have me li… Light wind in the small green leav… Play, oh play, my sad heart ease; Birds, shake from your wilding thr…
No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.
You nor I nor nobody knows Where our daily-taken breath Vanisheth and vanisheth: Where our lost breath’s flying goe… You nor I nor nobody knows.
Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grie…
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:
Little my lacking fortunes show For this to eat and that to wear; Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! An obol pays the Stygian fare. London, 1910
These be three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of… Just dead.
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,
My songs to sell, sweet maid! I pray you buy. Here’s one will win a lady’s tears… Here’s one will make her gay, Here’s one will charm your true lo…
Is it as plainly in our living sho… By slant and twist, which way the…
THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?
Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?