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As lovers, banished from their lad… And hopeless of her grace, Fashion a ghostly sweetness in its… Fondly adore Some stealth-won cast attire she w…
Go, songs, for ended is our brief,… Go, children of swift joy and tard… And some are sung, and that was ye… And some are unsung, and that may… Go forth; and if it be o’er stony…
At evening, when the lank and rigi… To the mere forms of their sweet d… On heaven’s blank leaf seem presse… Or rather, to my sombre thoughts r… Of plumes funereal the thin effigi…
I looked, she drooped, and neither… We stood, how unlike all forecaste… Of that desir-ed minute! Then I l… Doubting; whereat she lifted—oh, b… Unfrighted:—forward like a wind-bl…
Love, like a wind, shook wide your… You trembled, and your breath came… For that you loved me. You were so kind, so sweet, none c… To adore, but that you were so str…
What heart could have thought you?… Past our devisal (O filigree petal!) Fashioned so purely, Fragilely, surely,
Lo I, Song’s most true lover, pla… That worse than other women she ca… For she being goddess, I have giv… Than mortal ladies from their love… And first of her embrace
Go, songs, for ended is our brief,… Go, children of swift joy and tard… And some are sung, and that was ye… And some unsung, and that may be t… Go forth; and if it be o’er stony…
O you, love’s mendicancy who never… How little of your almsman me you… Your little languid hand in mine y… Like to a child says—'Kiss me and… And night for this is fretted with…
Can I forget her cruelty Who, brown miracle, gave you me? Or with unmoisted eyes think on The proud surrender overgone, (Lowlihead in haughty dress),
Shrewd winds and shrill—were these… A ragged, slag-grey sky—invested s… Mary’s spoilt nursling! wert thou… Or THOU, Sun-god and song-god,… Could singer pipe one tiniest linn…
From Hugo’s 'Feuilles d’Automne’… Have you sometimes, calm, silent,… Up to the mountain’s summit, in th… Was’t on the borders of the South… And at the basis of the mount had…
To Monica Summer set lip to earth’s bosom ba… And left the flushed print in a po… Like a yawn of fire from the grass… And the fanning wind puffed it to…
Lo, in the sanctuaried East, Day, a dedicated priest In all his robes pontifical expres… Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly, From out its Orient tabernacle dr…
Proemion. Immeasurable Earth! Through the loud vast and populacy… Tempested with gold schools of pon… That cleav’st with deep-revolting…