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Wan white mists upon the sea, East wind harping mournfully All the sunken reefs along, Wail and heart-break in its song, But adown the placid bay
With tears they buried you to-day, But well I knew no turf could hol… Your gladness long beneath the mou… Or cramp your laughter in the clay… I smiled while others wept for you
Lo, I have loved thee long, long… Tell me how I may win thee, tell… Shall I creep to thy white feet,… Shall I croon in mild petition, m… Shall I stretch my arms unto thee…
I lash and writhe against my priso… And watch with sullen eyes the gap… Give me my freedom and the burning… The hollow sky, and crags of moonl… Once I might range across the tra…
Shut from the clamor of the street By an old wall with lichen grown, It holds apart from jar and fret A peace and beauty all its own. The freshness of the springtime ra…
Only a long, low-lying lane That follows to the misty sea, Across a bare and russet plain Where wild winds whistle vagrantly… I know that many a fairer path
Down home to-night the moonshine f… Across a hill with daisies pied, The pear tree by the garden gate Beckons with white arms like a bri… A savor as of trampled fern
My Claudia, it is long since we h… So kissed, so held each other hear… I thought to greet thee as a conqu… Bearing the trophies of his prowes… But Jove hath willed it should be…
I sought for my happiness over the… Oh, eager and far was my quest; I sought it on mountain and desert… I asked it of east and of west. I sought it in beautiful cities of…
The scent of the earth is moist an… In the dewy shade Of the tall, dark poplars whose sl… Against the sunset bloom are laid, And a robin is whistling in the co…
With you I shall ever be; Over land and sea My thoughts will companion you; With yours shall my laughter chime… And my step keep time
Let us put awhile away All the cares of work-a-day, For a golden time forget, Task and worry, toil and fret, Let us take a day to dream
Here is a voice that soundeth low… And lyricÂvoice of wind among the… Where the untroubled, glimmering w… And sunlight seldom shines. Elusive shadows linger shyly here,
I like to think of the many words The Master in his early days Must have spoken to them of Nazar… Words not freighted with life and… Piercing through soul and heart li…
There’s a grayness over the harbor… The sob of the waves has a sound a… And the deeps beyond the bar are m… Of a storm that will leap from its… Slowly the pale mists rise, like g…
