#AmericanWriters
And the centurion who stood by sai… Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy… Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclips…
Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.
Great Kings were dust and all the… Did my harp’s taut and burnished s… The fragrance of dead ladies’ love… Blew never down but for my lute.
Hear thou my lamentation, Eros, Aphrodite’s son! My heart is broken and my days are… Where the woods are dark and the s… Eros!
For Aubrey Beardsley’s picture Pierrot is dying: Tiptoe in, Finger touched to lip, Harlequin,
Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:
More dim than wining moon Thy face, mort faint Than is the falling wind Thy voice, yet do Thine eyes most strangely glow,
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…
Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
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…
Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly’… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!
Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still