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THE CHILDREN awoke in their d… While earth lay dewy and still: They followed the rill in its glea… To the heart-light of the hill. Its sounds and sights were forsaki…
WHEN the unquiet hours depart And far away their tumults cease, Within the twilight of the heart We bathe in peace, are stilled wit… The fire that slew us through the…
IMAGE of beauty, when I gaze on… Trembling I waken to a mystery, How through one door we go to life… By spirit kindled or the sensual b… Image of beauty, when my way I go…
NOW the rooftree of the midnight… Buds in citron, green, and blue: From afar its mystic odours sheddi… Child, on you. Now the buried stars beneath the m…
WHEN our glowing dreams were dea… Ruined our heroic piles, Something in your dark eyes said: “Think no more of love or smiles.” Something in me still would say,
AFTER READING THE UPAN… OUT of the dusky chamber of the b… Flows the imperial will through dr… The fires of life around it tempt… The lights of earth behind it fade…
WE must pass like smoke or live w… For we can no more than smoke unto… If our thought has changed to drea… As smoke we vanish though the fire… Lights of infinite pity star the g…
NOT her own sorrow only that hath… Upon yon gentle face. Too slight have been her childhood… The imprint of such pain. It hid behind her laughing hours,…
STILL as the holy of holies brea… Within its crystal depths the star… Fire on the altar of the hills at… Burns on the shadowy rim. Moment that holds all moments; whi…
From me spring good and evil. WHO gave thee such a ruby flaming… And such a pure cold spirit? Side… I know these must eternally abide In intimate war, and each to each…
DREAM faces bloom around your fa… Like flowers upon one stem; The heart of many a vanished race Sighs as I look on them. The sun rich face of Egypt glows,
THE SKIES from black to pearly… Had veered without a star or sun; Only a burning opal ray Fell on your brow when all was don… Aye, after victory, the crown;
WELL, when all is said and done Best within my narrow way, May some angel of the sun Muse memorial o’er my clay: “Here was beauty all betrayed
A DREAM I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder,
COULD you not in silence borrow Strength to go from us ungrieving? All these hours of loving sorrow Only make more bitter leaving. You will go forth lonely, thinking