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In your mother’s apple-orchard, Just a year ago, last spring: Do you remember, Yvonne! The dear trees lavishing Rain of their starry blossoms
If we must part, Then let it be like this. Not heart on heart, Nor with the useless anguish of a… But touch mine hand and say:
Why am I sorry, Chloe? Because t… And who am I to be straitened in… Because thy face is fair? And wha… The fairest face of all is the fac… Because the land is cold, and howe…
When I am old, And sadly steal apart, Into the dark and cold, Friend of my heart! Remember, if you can,
Shall one be sorrowful because of… Which hath no earthly crown, Which lives and dies, unknown? Because no words of his shall ever… Her maiden heart to own
Beyond the need of weeping, Beyond the reach of hands, May she be quietly sleeping, In what dim nebulous lands? Ah, she who understands!
Ah, Manon, say, why is it we Are one and all so fain of thee? Thy rich red beauty debonnaire In very truth is not more fair, Than the shy grace and purity
This libation, Cupid, take, With the lilies at thy feet; Cherish Pierrot for their sake Send him visions strange and sweet… While he slumbers at thy feet.
Without, the sullen noises of the… The voice of London, inarticulate… Hoarse and blaspheming, surges in… The silent blessing of the Immacu… Dark is the church, and dim the wo…
A song of the setting sun! The sky in the west is red, And the day is all but done: While yonder up overhead, All too soon,
Dew on her robe and on her tangled… Twin dewdrops for her eyes; behold… With dainty step brushing the youn… The while she trills some high, fa… Full of all feathered sweetness: s…
See how the trees and the osiers l… Are green bedecked and the woods a… The meadows have donned their cape… The air is soft with the sweet Ma… And the birds make melody:
Calm, sad, secure; behind high con… These watch the sacred lamp, these… And it is one with them when eveni… And one with them the cold return… These heed not time; their nights…
Where river and ocean meet in a gr… Beyond the bar, where on the dunes… Above, one windmill stands forlorn… I will set my sail on a stormy day… That I have sought and never foun…
I watched the glory of her childho… Half-sorrowful to find the child… (Loved long ago in lily-time), Become a maid, mysterious and stra… With fair, pure eyes - dear eyes,…