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Mother, because thine eyes are sea… And thy cheeks pale, and thy lips… In silence plunged, so fathomlessl… Thou liest, and relaxest all thy w… Is it indeed thy spirit that is fl…
Fall now, my cold thoughts, frozen… My sad thoughts, over my heart, To be the tender burial Of sweetness and of smart. Fall soft as the snow, when all me…
High on the mountain, shrouded in… The stillness had the chastity of… I trod the fallen pallors of the m… The path was paven stone: I was n… But followed whither it should lea…
When life begins anew, And Youth, from gathering flowers… From vague delights, rapt musings,… Turns restless, seeking some great… To sum his fostered dreams; when t…
When old wounds bleed again In the silence of the night, And mixt with sweet delight Wells up the stream of pain, Is it less hard to endure
The Man. O tyrannous Angel, dreadful God, Who taught thee thus to wield thy… So jealous of a happy heart, Thou smot’st our happy souls apart…
Ah, now this happy month is gone, Not now, my heart, complain, Nor rail at Time because so soon He takes his own again. He takes his own, the weeks, the h…
Effigy mailed and mighty beneath t… That liest asleep with hand upon c… As ready to waken and strong to st… Death, where hosts are shaken and… Here in the pillared peace thy fat…
The beeches towering high Greenly cloud the sky. The shadows all are green With living sun unseen. O wonderful the sound
On living lips to mould and modula… The shapes of sound, that each may… The mystery of the word and breath… Into the entranced ear, warm and i… For heart and mind such beauty to…
Caverns mouthed with blackness mor… Fever—jungle deep in strangling br… Venom—breeding slime that loathest… Who has plumbed your secret? who t… Hissing from the viper’s lifted ja…
Come back, sweet yesterdays! Sweet yesterdays, come back! Ah! not in my dreams only Vex me with joy, to wake From dream to truth, twice lonely,
Out of the dusk of distant woods All round beneath the April skies Blossom—white, the cherry trees Like lovely apparitions rise, Like spirits strange to this ill w…
By white St. Martin’s, where the… And plashed unheard in the busy mo… March, with rippling shadow and su… Laughing riotous round the gusty s… From frail narcissus heaped in bas…
On that long day when England hel… Suddenly gripped at heart And called to choose her part Between her loyal soul and luring… We watched the wide, green—bosomed…