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‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue
As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.
Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
If illness’ end be health regained… Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I…
Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
A laggard in the rear of time’s sw… And one who loiters on an aimless… Through lands he knows not; lured… In secret paths where silence hold… And rust ascending wings. Roads m…
Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but
More dim than wining moon Thy face, mort faint Than is the falling wind Thy voice, yet do Thine eyes most strangely glow,
Little Sister Rose-Marie, Will thy feet as willing-light Run through Paradise, I wonder, As they run the blue skies under, Willing feet, so airy-light?
Is it as plainly in our living sho… By slant and twist, which way the…
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
Was it love breathed on us as on t… Dawn breathes for a short space an… Or loved we never at all who but m… With too dim vision the guarded my… Were we unfaithful or were we unwi…
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I