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This war’s dead heroes, who has se… They rise in smoke above the burni… Faint clouds, dissolving into sky… And who sifting the Libyan sand c… The tracery of a human hand,
A Gaelic bard they praise who in… Named the one indivisible soul of… For what are the bens and the glen… Immeasurable complexities of soul? What are these isles but a song su…
In my first sleep I came to the river And looked down Through the clear water - Only in dream
Reaching down arm-deep into bright… I gathered on white sand under wav… Shells, drifted up on beaches wher… Inhabit a finite world of years an… I reached my arm down a myriad yea…
God in me is the fury on the bare… God in me shakes the interior king… God in me is the fire wherein I b… God in me swirling cloud and drivi… God in me cries a lonely nameless…
Night comes, an angel stands Measuring out the time of stars, Still are the winds, and still the… It would be peace to lie Still in the still hours at the an…
Where are those dazzling hills tou… Those crags in childhood that I u… Hidden, hidden under mist is yonde… Hidden is the heart. A day of cloud, a lifetime falls b…
Strange that the self’s continuu… The Virgin, Aphrodite, and the M… All loves and griefs, successive d… That hold their kingdom in the hum… Abandoned by the gods, woman with…
From star to star, from sun and sp… And almost audible flowers whose s… And in the common meadows, springs… Now the lilies open, and the rose Released by summer from the harmle…
Day is the hero’s shield, Achilles’ field, The light days are the angels. We the seed. Against eternal light and gorgon’s…
Primrose, anemone, bluebell, moss Grow in the Kingdom of the Cross And the ash-tree’s purple bud Dresses the spear that sheds his b… With the thorns that pierce his br…
I came too late to the hills: they… Winters before I was born of song… Of spell or speech with power of o… The great ash long dead by a roofl… The voice of the crows an inarticu…
Wanting to know all I overlooked each particle Containing the whole Unknowable. Intent on one great love, perfect,
Yours is the face that the earth t… Continuous beyond its human featur… The mountain forms that rest again… With your eyes, the reflecting rai… Sees me; forest and flower, bird a…
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over— all the stories are told,