ONCE we played at love together— Played it smartly, if you please; Lightly, as a windblown feather, Did we stake a heart apiece. Oh, it was delicious fooling!
Is it snow or snowdrops’ shimmer Whitens thus the bladed grass, With a faint aërial glimmer,— Spring or winter, which did pass? For the sky is dim and tender
Sun, moon, and stars, the ample ai… The birds shrill whistling everywh… Fields white with lambs and daisie… The pearls of eve, the jewelled mo… The rose rich blowing on the thorn…
Like putting forth upon a sea On which the moonbeams shimmer, Where reefs and unknown perils be To wreck, yea, wreck one utterly, It were to love you, lady fair,
Once on a golden day, In the golden month of May, I gave my heart away— Little birds were singing. I culled my heart in truth,
THOU camest with the coming Spri… With swallows, and the murmuring Of unloosed waters, with the birth Of daisies dimpling the green eart… And when the perfect rose of June
Mother of the unfortunate, mystic… Who calm, immutable, like oldest f… Sittest, where through the sombre… Moans immemorial life’s encircling… My heart, sore stricken by grief’s…
All veiled in black, with faces hi… Crouching together in the jolting… What forms are these that pass alo… In abject apathy to life’s delight… The motley crowd, fantastically br…
The year is on the wing, my love, With tearful days and nights; The clouds are on the wing above With gathering swallow-flights. The year is on the wing, my sweet,
Peace, throbbing heart, nor let us… O’er this late love’s unseasonable… Sweet as a violet blooming in the… The posthumous offspring of the wi… That smells of March when all the…
Many will love you; you were made… For the soft plumage of the unruff… Is not so soft as your caressing e… You will love many; for the winds… Are not more prone to shift their…
The sunset melts upon the Nile, The stony desert glows, Beneath heaven’s universal smile, One burning damask rose; And like a Peri’s pearly boat,
We met as strangers on life’s lone… And yet it seemed we knew each oth… There was no end to what thou hads… Or to the thousand things I found… My heart, long silent, at thy voic…
Hurrying for ever in their restles… The generations of earth’s teeming… Rise into being and lapse into the… Like transient bubbles sparkling i… They sink in quick succession out…
Sometimes I wonder if you guess The deep impassioned tenderness Which overflows my heart; The love I never dare confess; Yet hard, yea, harder to repress