Ineluctable modality of the visibl…
Stephen closed his eyes to hear hi…
Rhythm begins, you see. I hear. A…
Open your eyes now. I will. One m…
See now. There all the time witho…
Gaunt in gloom,
The pale stars their torches,
Ghostfires from heaven’s far verge…
Arches on soaring arches,
The eyes that mock me sign the way
Whereto I pass at eve of day.
Grey way whose violet signals are
The trysting and the twining star.
Ah star of evil! star of pain!
Though I thy Mithridates were,
Framed to defy the poison—dart,
Yet must thou fold me unaware
To know the rapture of thy heart,
And I but render and confess
When the shy star goes forth in he…
All maidenly, disconsolate,
Hear you amid the drowsy even
One who is singing by your gate.
His song is softer than the dew
A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lo…
Piercing the west,
As thou, fond heart, love’s time,…
The clear young eyes’ soft look, t…
Of the dark past
A child is born;
With joy and grief
My heart is torn.
Calm in his cradle
Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons…
Chips, picking chips off rocky thu…
Horrid! And gold flushed more.
A husky fifenote blew.
Blew. Blue bloom is on the.
Love came to us in time gone by
When one at twilight shyly played
And one in fear was standing nigh…
For Love at first is all afraid.
We were grave lovers. Love is pas…
All day I hear the noise of water…
Sad as the sea—bird is when, going
He hears the winds cry to the wate…
Go seek her out all courteously,
And say I come,
Wind of spices whose song is ever
O, hurry over the dark lands
Silently she’s combing,
Combing her long hair
Silently and graciously,
With many a pretty air.
The sun is in the willow leaves
Of that so sweet imprisonment
My soul, dearest, is fain ——
Soft arms that woo me to relent
And woo me to detain.
Ah, could they ever hold me there
At that hour when all things have…
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the…
Of harps playing unto Love to unc…
The pale gates of sunrise?
He Who Hath Glory Lost
He who hath glory lost, nor hath
Found any soul to fellow his,
Among his foes in scorn and wrath
Holding to ancient nobleness,