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Lo! I am come to autumn, When all the leaves are gold; Grey hairs and golden leaves cry o… The year and I are old. In youth I sought the prince of m…
Of old with a divided heart I saw my people’s pride expand, Since a man’s soul is torn apart By mother earth and fatherland. I knew, through many a tangled tal…
The sky is blue with summer and th… The woods are brown as autumn with… It might as well be Tropics and b… I might as well be born a copper… I fashion me an oriental fan
The hucksters haggle in the mart The cars and carts go by; Senates and schools go droning on; For dead things cannot die. A storm stooped on the place of to…
There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeles… All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand,
When all my days are ending And I have no song to sing, I think that I shall not be too o… To stare at everything; As I stared once at a nursery doo…
I cannot count the pebbles in the… Well hath He spoken: “Swear not b… Thou knowest not the hairs,” thoug… Writes that wild number in His ow… I cannot count the sands or search…
A Book of verses underneath the b… Provided that the verses do not sc… A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and… Short-haired, all angles, looking… But let the wine be unfermented,…
Great God, that bowest sky and st… Bow down our towering thoughts to… And grant us in a faltering war The firm feet of humility. Lord, we that snatch the swords of…
When God turned back eternity and… Ancient of Days, grown little for… (As under the low arch the land is… Peered through you, gate of heaven… Or shutting out his shining skies…
Heaven shall forgive you Bridge a… The clothes you wear—or do not wea… And Ladies’ Leap-frog on the lawn And dyes and drugs, and petits ver… Your vicious things shall melt in…
“What of vile dust?” the preacher… Methought the whole world woke, The dead stone lived beneath my fo… And my whole body spoke. “You, that play tyrant to the dust…
O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die; The walls of gold entomb us,
Here is the little door, lift up t… We need not wander more but enter… Our gift of finest gold, Gold that was never bought nor sol… Myrrh to be strewn about his bed;
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven c… Of gods we graved but yesterday. Senate, republic, empire, all