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A PRINCESS, sleeping in enchan… Earth springs to waking at Spring… And after winter’s cold, unlovely… Laughs out to find how beautiful s… Spring flings a song across the fi…
I HAVEN’T always acted good: I’ve taken things not meant for me… Not other people’s drink and food, But things they never seemed to se… I haven’t done the way I ought
Your dear desired grace, Your hands, your lips of red, The wonder of your perfect face Will fade, like sweet rose-petals… When you are dead.
THE world’s a path all fresh and… A sky all fresh and fair, With daisies underneath your feet And roses for your hair; Red roses for your pretty hair,
THE sunshine of your presence lie… On the glad garden of my heart And bids the leaves of silence par… To show the flowers to your dear e… And flower on flower blooms there…
I HEAR the waves to-night Piteously calling, calling Though the light Of the kind moon is falling, Like kisses, on the sea
NEVER a ring or a lock of hair Or a letter stained with tears, No crown for the princely hour to… To be mocked of the rebel years. Not a spoken vow, not a written pa…
THE monastery towers, as pure and… As virgin vows, reached up white h… The walls, to guard the hidden hea… Were strong as sin, and white as s… And there came holy men, by world’…
IF one might hope that when we sa… To life, we two might but be one a… But we look back on a divided past… And a divided future must foretell… Apart we sowed the seed that flowe…
HOW can I tell you how I love yo… There is no music now the world is… The songs have all been sung, the… Broken the vows are all this many… Had we but met when all the world…
RED tulip-buds last night caresse… The sacred ivory of her breast. She met me, eager to divine What gold-heart bud of hope was mi… Nor eyes nor lips were strong to p…
EVOLVING, changing, onwards st… We must advance, invent, construct… No matter what a price we have to… We must obtain perfection, and no… Perfection in our luxuries, the ho…
FOR A PICTURE BY E. BU… Habes tota quod mente petisti Infelix. IN deep vague spaces of the lonel… She deemed her soulless life was a…
I gathered shells upon the sand, Each shell a little perfect thing, So frail, yet potent to withstand The mountain-waves’ wild buffeting… Through storms no ship could dare…
You needn’t pray for me, old lady,… I’m fit and jolly as ever I was—y… When I go whistling down the road… She needn’t think I’m whistling h… If I pass her house a dozen times…