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Through the Museum I stroll, and see Goblets fashioned in Arcady, Spears from the Islands, and robe… Gew-gaws of pomp and of old desire…
I have two wings To raise me to the skies. Withouten these My soul could never rise. My shining friends,
She is not of the fireside, My lovely love; Nor books, nor even a cradle, She bends above. No, she is bent with lashes,
Florence kneels down to say her pr… At night. I wonder what she says and why she… To pray at night. I think when she kneels down to pr…
He has picked grapes in the sun.… Like a fairy tale, Like a tale of dreams. ‘He in his slender youth, with vin… Under a blazing sky’—
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…
Tall trees along the road, I never saw you Last year in summertime. He came before you With his blue eyes.
Into old rhyme The new words come but shyly. Here’s a brave man Who sings of commerce dryly. Swift-gliding cars
I lie in the dark Grass beneath and you above me, Curved like the sky, Insistent that you love me. But the high stars
I read a statement in a newspaper That Twentyman, the manufacturer, Found it was cheaper to deliver go… By horse and lorry than by motor-t… Or motor-van. So he had sold his…
I was sad Having signed up in a rebel band, Having signed up to rid the land Of a plague it had. For I knew
My mission in the world Is to prolong Rapture by turning it Into a song. A song of liberty
At ten o’clock the great gong soun… Prelude to splendour. I push back… And all the people leave their boo… Still acquiescent, down the marble… Into the dark where we can’t read.…
I do hate the folk I love– They hurt so. Their least word and act may be Source of woe. ‘Won’t you come to tea with me?’
I went down to post a letter Through the garden, through the ga… All the lovely stars were shining As I went. They were free as I, unhappy