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With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.
What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?
Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and
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…
Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord’s mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She is weeping. The Queen of Hea…
Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.
‘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…
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
The sun is warm today, O Romulus, and on Thine older Palentine the birds Still sing.
Ere the horne’d owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there sh… Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away,
Thou beautiful and ivory gates That shut my tears away from me - Even, at last, such refuge yield That great, safe doors of Ebony.
Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief mu… With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory.
I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket’s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me
Grey gaolers are my griefs That will not let me free; The bitterness of tears Is warder unto me. I may not leap or run;