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While the summer day is hot You and I will loaf awhile, Lolling in a leafy spot, Lali of the cunning smile. You and I have little care
Far down the reach a creeping mist Hung dim along the mountain side; On shadowed water, sleek and whist… I let the lazy shallop glide. The ripple scarcely cut the green
Out of the pregnant darkness, wher… To glimmering fire the watchword l… The dirge floats up from those who… High and still higher That yet shall blaze across the ve…
OUR little queen of dreams, Our image of delight, Which whitens east and gleams And beckons from the height, Takes on her human form—is here in…
The doom is imminent of unholy hat… Hail to the light that glimmers wh… Are shaken by winds of dawning, an… Of hemlock swirl and scatter in th… Love, that has learned in faith to…
Behind us lay the homely shore With youthful memories aureoled; A sky of dazzling blue before, We sailed a sea of molten gold. To our old haven we return;
Dearest, when I left your side, I stood a moment, hesitating, And plunged. The boiling tide Of darkness took me, and down I w… Swift as a bird with folded wing,
Good friend of mine, you feel with… Your blood grows hot by sympathy With something that I say or do; Then speak’I want a word from y… Let not the silence wrap you round
Once more the Christian festival… And I, for whom each day repeats… Continuously in ecstasy of praise, Love’s birthday lasting through th… Am dreaming how the spirit draws m…
Eternal cold of silence, where eac… Dies in its birth, and Death’s pa… With soft Lethean traps unwary fe… Or ride with hell’s white steed an… Which of us, searching selfward, h…
What of these tender feet That have never toddled yet? What dances shall they beat, With what red vintage wet? In what wild way will they march o…
A timid child with heart oppressed By images of sin, I slunk into the bush for rest, And found my fairy kin. The fire I carried kept me warm:
The beast exultant spreads the nos… Snuffing a sickly hate-enkindling… Proud of his rage, on sudden carna… He leaps, and flings the helpless… Again, again the hills are gapped…
’Twas Jack-o’-Winter hailed it fi… But now more timid angels sing, For what dull ear can fail to hear Afar the fluting of the Spring? In all free spaces of the land
His shatter’d Empire thunders t… A myriad hearts peal laughter as i… While red flags flutter on its rui… And living joy darts all the world… The imperial criminal, naked and u…