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So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.
(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.
Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but
Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?
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,
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut m… From life.
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,
Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and… The snow!
The sun is warm today, O Romulus, and on Thine older Palentine the birds Still sing.
O mia Luna! Porta mi fortuna! (You must say it nine times, curts… In rose-pale, fading blue of twili… See, the new moon’s thin crescent… Nine times I’ll curtsey murmuring…
Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still
When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphi… Learned all his dreaming from eyes… I bore in Greece a burning name,