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Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,
Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.
(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.
The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.
Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I’ll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun’s Gold flood.
No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!
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…
But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!
Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I
Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
The clustered Gods, the marching… The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed T… The shimmering grey-gold London f… I wish that Phidias could see!
Joy! Joy! Joy! The hills are glad, The valleys re-echo with merriment… In my heart is the sound of laught… And my feet dance to the time of i…