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If the rose in meek duty May dedicate humbly To her grower the beauty Wherewith she is comely; If the mine to the miner
Though meadow-ways as I did tread… The corn grew in great lustihead, And hey! the beeches burgeoned. By Goddes fay, by Goddes fay! It is the month, the jolly month,
The leaves dance, the leaves sing, The leaves dance in the breath of… I bid them dance, I bid them sing, For the limpid glance
When the last stir of bubbling mel… Broke as my chants sank underneath… Of dulcitude, but sank again to ri… Where man’s embaying mind those wa… (For music hath its Oceanides
Soothsay. Behold, with rod twy-se… Hermes the prophet, twining in one… The woman with the man. Upon his… The cloudy cap, wherewith he hath… The cloud’s own virtue—change and…
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…
Ah, drops of gold in whitening fla… Burning, we know your lovely name… Daisies, that little children pull… Like all weak things, over the str… Ye do not know your power for wron…
There is a parable in the pathless… There’s prophecy in heaven,—they d… The Chaldee shepherds; seal-ed fr… To cheer the weighted heart that m… A lonely man, oppressed with lonel…
Phoebus, who taught me art divine, Here tried his hand where I did m… And his white fingers in this face Set my Fair’s sigh-suggesting gra… O sweetness past profaning guess,
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…
Since you have waned from us, Fairest of women! I am a darkened cage Song cannot hymn in. My songs have followed you,
This labouring, vast, Tellurian g… Riding at anchor off the orient su… Had broken its cable, and stood ou… Down some frore Arctic of the aer… And now, back warping from the inc…
Daughter of the ancient Eve, We know the gifts ye gave—and give… Who knows the gifts which YOU sh… Daughter of the newer Eve? You, if my soul be augur, you
The hunchèd camels of the night Trouble the bright And silver waters of the moon. The Maiden of the Morn will soon Through Heaven stray and sing,
I walk, I only, Not I only wake; Nothing is, this sweet night, But doth couch and wake For its love’s sake;