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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…
Time, who with soft pale ashes vei… Of many a hope that flared against… To plant its heaven-storming banne… Has touched you with no desecratin… Your beauty wins a ripeness sweet…
‘Our loss was light,' the pape… ‘Compared with damage to the Hu… She was a widow, and she read One name upon the list of dead Her son, her only son.
O wistful eyes that haunt the gloo… Are you my own, remembered from th… I sat before my glass in dumb affr… And saw my cowering soul afraid to… Perhaps you are his, foreshadowed,…
And can you tell me Love is blind Because your faults he will not fi… Because the image that he sees Is one of splendid mysteries? And if he lack the power to look
I have sought and followed you, dr… Led out by a laughing wind on a tu… On crags amid clouds, in cups that… And deep in the gem-lit gloom of t… And on widespread wings where the…
The Sphinx The spires of sand spring up at ev… That bids them dance and scatter a… He sits impassive, as the ages flo… And bear superbly the mirage of lu…
“Where shall we dwell?” say you. Wandering winds reply: “In a temple with roof of blue —Under the splendid sky.” Never a nobler home
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 seeking souls, by baleful fire… Torn by entrapping brambles, thirs… Hear on the lonely waste the steal… And half-held breath of glaring be… Then soft hands lead them where th…
An outcry in the bush below, A crash, and boughs that sway, And shouts of laughter let me know Where my two ruffians play. Barelegged, bareheaded, brown and…
HERE lies the woven garb he wore Of grass he gathered by the shore Whereon the phantom waves still fr… And sigh along the visionary sand. ‘Where is he now?’ you cry; ‘What…
When I cast my slough of clay Put it quietly away. Let no bloom untimely fade Where my empty heart is laid. Ask no folk to crowd around
When fires have burnt your forest… And you are parched and dizzy, and… For pools in dust unvisited of rai… And shamble, lost, along a shimmer… This is the comfort of the world:…
On a monument formed as a curving… By ceaseless waves, that break and… All human record is effaced: Only our love in brief defence Shall hold the billow in suspense.