Wind whines and whines the shingle…
The crazy pierstakes groan;
A senile sea numbers each single
From whining wind and colder
Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
The leaves lie thick upon the way
Staying a little by the way
He travels after a winter sun,
Urging the cattle along a cold red…
Calling to them, a voice they know…
He drives his beasts above Cabra.
The voice tells them home is warm.
I would in that sweet bosom be
(O sweet it is and fair it is!)
Where no rude wind might visit me.
Because of sad austerities
I would in that sweet bosom be.
The noon’s greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lak…
Laburnum tendrils trail.
The sly reeds whisper to the night
Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons, steelyringing Imperthnthn thnthnthn.
A jumping rose on satiny breast of satin, rose of Castile.
And a call, pure, long and throbbing. Longindying cal...
The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
The lamp fills with a pale green g…
The trees of the avenue.
The old piano plays an air,
Go seek her out all courteously,
And say I come,
Wind of spices whose song is ever
O, hurry over the dark lands
The Mabbot Street entrance of nighttown, before which stretches an uncobbled tramsiding set with skeleton tracks, red and green will-o’-the-wisps and danger signals. rows of grimy hou...
All day I hear the noise of water…
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
He hears the winds cry to the wate…
This heart that flutters near my h…
My hope and all my riches is,
Unhappy when we draw apart
And happy between kiss and kiss:
My hope and all my riches ——yes! —…
O Sweetheart, hear you
Your lover’s tale;
A man shall have sorrow
When friends him fail.
For he shall know then
Dear heart, why will you use me so…
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful – but O,
How is your beauty raimented!
Through the clear mirror of your e…
Winds of May, that dance on the s…
Dancing a ring—around in glee
From furrow to furrow, while overh…
The foam flies up to be garlanded,
In silvery arches spanning the air…
Gaunt in gloom,
The pale stars their torches,
Ghostfires from heaven’s far verge…
Arches on soaring arches,