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Now he is dead How should I know My true love’s arms From wind and snow? No man I meet
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…
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…
If you go deep Into the heart What do you find there? Fear, fear, Fear of the jaws of the rock,
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…
Wanting to know all I overlooked each particle Containing the whole Unknowable. Intent on one great love, perfect,
Within the flower there lies a see… Within the seed there springs a tr… Within the tree there spreads a wo… In the wood there burns a fire, And in the fire there melts a ston…
I saw the sun step like a gentlema… Dressed in black and proud as sin. I saw the sun walk across London Like a young M. P., risen to the… His step was light, his tread was…
There is a fish, that quivers in t… itself a shadow, but its shadow, c… Catch it again and again, it still… Against the flowing stream, its li… with death - the impulse and the f…
Behind the tree, behind the house,… In the presence that I cannot see Otherwise than as house and stars… Tree, house and stars Extend to infinity within themselv…
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over— all the stories are told,
Wearing worry about money like a h… I lie down in my bed and wrestle w… My bank-manager could not sanction… But life itself wakes me each morn… Urges me to give although I have…
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…
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…