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Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and… The snow!
(Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day.
For Aubrey Beardsley’s picture Pierrot is dying: Tiptoe in, Finger touched to lip, Harlequin,
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
‘Let me be young,’ the Latmian sh… ‘And let me have on night-time hil… Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven’s… And gave his youth and dreams her… What news comrade upon the mountai…
Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.
As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.
The immemorial grief of all years Burdes my heart sorely, and the ye… Of slow eternal crying stain my ch… Forever and forever my soul speaks Saying: I am thy self: Look on me…
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…
With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut m… From life.
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
(1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember death.
The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.
Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?