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Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,
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,
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…
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,
No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:
The cold With steely clutch Grips all the land. .alack The little people in the hills Will die!
Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad
A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,
Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
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…
Peter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. ‘Peter, I would pass the gate And come before the throne.’ ‘Whose spirit prayed never at the…
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…