The claim that has the canker on t… Is mine on you, man’s claim on Pa… Hopelessly lost that ceaselessly h… And all unmerited God still besto… The claim on the invisible wind th…

Now a gentle dusk shall fall Slowly on the world, and all The singing voices softly cease And a silence and great peace Cover all the blushing earth

What have I dared to claim That you should thus deny? If I have used your name My songs to beautify Mine is the greater fame.

I saw the Sun at midnight, rising… Deep-hued yet glowing, heavy with… Of blood-compassion, and I saw It… Swiftly in size and growing till… Over the stars; the heavens bowed…

Because I used to shun Death and the mouth of hell And count my battle won If I should see the sun The blood and smoke dispel,

Because we share our sorrows and o… And all your dear and intimate tho… We shall not fear the trumpets and… Of battle, for we know our dreams… And when my heart is pillowed on y…

No hungry star ascendant at my bir… Foretold the famine that consumes… No flaming sword prohibited the wa… Of vision where I parch through b… Alas! no flower of heaven or of ea…

The drunken stars stagger across t… The moon wavers and sways like a w… Beneath my feet the earth like dri… Lapses and slides, wallows and sho… Immovable things start suddenly fl…

There is no deed I would not dare… Unloving, but to gain your smile, No shame or sorrow I would not sh… (Though withering in a wintry whil… If I could win your friendship’s…

I loose the secrets of my soul And mint my heart to heavy words Lest you should need to ask a dole Of singing from the winds and bird… You will not heed nor bear my soul…

The stars sang in God’s garden; The stars are the birds of God; The night-time is God’s harvest, Its fruits are the words of God. God ploughed His fields at mornin…

I do not know how you can shun His sight who sees himself a clod Whose blindness still outstares th… And gazes on the hidden God. I do not know how you can hate

If the dread all-seeing stars, Ringed Saturn and ruddy Mars And their companions all the seven… That play before the lord of Heav… Each blossoming nebula and all

White Dove of the wild dark eyes Faint silver flutes are calling From the night where the star-mist… And fire-flies falling Tremble in starry wise,

I try to blame When from your eyes the battle-fla… Leaps: when cleaves my speech the… For fear lest I should speak your… Your name that’s known