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(Father Perry, S.J.) Starry amorist, starward gone, Thou art—what thou didst gaze upon… Passed through thy golden garden’s… Thou seest the Gardener of the St…
I will not perturbate Thy Paradisal state With praise Of thy dead days; To the new—heavened say,—
The after-even! Ah, did I walk, Indeed, in her or even? For nothing of me or around But absent She did leaven, Felt in my body as its soul,
Now in these last spent drops, slo… Love dies, Love dies, Love dies—a… Sad Love in life, sore Love in ag… Pale Love in death; while all his… Like children, versed not in death…
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…
Oh, but the heavenly grammar did… Of that high speech which angels’… So should her deathless beauty tak… Praised in her own great kindred’s… Or if that language yet with us ab…
Lo, my book thinks to look Time’s… Under the banner of your spread re… Or if these levies of impuissant r… Fall to the overthrow of assaultin… Yet this one page shall fend obliv…
Secret was the garden; Set i’ the pathless awe Where no star its breath can draw. Life, that is its warden, Sits behind the fosse of death. M…
Alas, and I have sung Much song of matters vain, And a heaven-sweetened tongue Turned to unprofiting strain Of vacant things, which though
From Hugo’s 'Feuilles d’Automne’… I love the evenings, passionless a… Whether old manor-fronts their ray… In numerous leafage bosomed close; Whether the mist in reefs of fire…
The kingdom of God is within you O world invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, O world unknowable, we know thee, Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!
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…
Mortals, that behold a Woman, Rising 'twixt the Moon and Sun; Who am I the heavens assume? an All am I, and I am one. Multitudinous ascend I,
The breaths of kissing night and d… Were mingled in the eastern Heave… Throbbing with unheard melody, Shook Lyra all its star-cloud sev… When dusk shrank cold, and light t…
Here I make oath— Although the heart that knows its… Hear loath, And credit less— That he who kens to meet Pain’s k…