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Today when you went up the hill And all that I could see Was just a speck of black and whit… Very far from me, It seemed more strange than words…
Through the swift night I go to my love. Tram bells are joy bells, Bidding us move On a golden path
Each morning I pass on my way to… A clock in a tower And I look towards it with anxiou… To make sure of the hour. But the sun gets up at the back of…
Green and blue First-named of colours believe the… They first of colours by men were… This grass colour, tree colour, Sky colour, sea colour,
I have two wings To raise me to the skies. Withouten these My soul could never rise. My shining friends,
Dearest, dearest, Bother the slow hours That hold and keep me From the leafy bowers You make more lovely than a storm…
Up in my room on my unmade bed I sat and read. There was work waiting for me belo… I didn’t go. For in my little green room the so…
Frolic mountain winds Innocent and shy, Kiss my darling’s cheek As they scurry by. Little fragrant leaves
Old memories waken old desires Infallibly. While we’re alive With eye or ear or sense at all, Sometimes, must love revive. But we’ll not think, when some str…
Now all the lovely days are past, The hours of sun and leagues of se… And starry nights that lay between Yourself and me. Our boat has left the sea behind.
The people have drunk the wine of… In the streets of town. They smile as they drift with hear… Uphill and down. The people have drunk the wine of…
They are so glad of a young compan… They hail and bless me, these boys… And I whose pathway was dark and… Have no more need of the sun to sh… We’ll walk in darkness, obscure, d…
I sit at my machine, Hour long beside me Vera aged nin… Babbles her sweet and innocent tal… Her boy, she hopes, will prove Unlike his father in the act of lo…
To look across at Moira gives me… She has a red tape measure. Her dress is black and all the wor… And I am weary. But that’s like blood—like a thin…
Sometimes I wish that I were Hel… And wise as Pallas, That I might have most royal gift… In love’s sweet chalice. Then I reflect my dear love is no…