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I’LL be an otter, and I’ll l… A mate beside me; we will venture… A deep, dark river, when the sky a… Is shut of the sun; spoilers are w… Thick-coated; no dog’s tooth can…
Pigeons that have flown down from the courts behind the orchards! Pigeons that run along the beach to take sand into your crops! What contrast is between you, birds of a rare stock, and...
A gaunt built woman and her son-in… A broad-faced fellow, with such fl… Nothing but easy nature’and his… The woman’s daughter, who spills… Out of a wide mouth, but who has e…
THE candles lighted and the figur… Announce this to you: they are lai… The noble, whimsical and pathetic… Disanimated, not to be resumed! And still the knocks, the three, t…
WE wander now who marched before, Hawking our bran from door to door… While other men from the mill take… So it is to be an Old Soldier. Old, bare and sore, we look on the…
The moon-cradle’s rocking and rock… Where a cloud and a cloud goes by: Silently rocking and rocking, The moon-cradle out in the sky. The hound’s in his loop by the fir…
You would not slumber If laid at my breast: You would not slumber. The river-flood beats The swan from her nest:
I’LL be an otter, and I’ll let y… A mate beside me; we will venture… A deep, full river when the sky ab… Is shut of the sun; spoilers are w… Thick-coated; no dog’s tooth can b…
THE birds that soar break space Like heavy bodies hurled! Not so the birds of night They move as in a sphere On which they touch always
I. THE PARROT AND THE F… MY Afghan poet-friend With this made his message end, ‘The scroll around my wall shows t… The parrot and falcon they
The Swallows sang ALIEN to us are Your fields, and your cotes, and y… Secret our nests are Although they be built in your eav…
HE knows Queen Lab, her isle, And black, enormous Kaf, The Swallow, and 'Allah’ He cries As into Giaour lands
THE Thrush, the Lark, and, chief… With one small bird whose name I… Offered a Mass; the little bird w… At intervals he struck his silver… The stars above that were but whit…
THE great ship lantern-girdled. The tender standing by; The waning stars cloud-shrouded, The land that we descry! That pale land is our homeland,
MAVOURNEEN, we’ll go far away From the net of the crooked town Where they grudge us the light of… Around my neck you will lay Two tight little arms of brown.