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Staggering slowly, and swaying Heavily at each slow foot’s lift a… With tense eyes careless of the ro… That under jut and jag Of half—built wall and scaffold st…
The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child’s eyes. Pale after fever, a captive
Host Linger not, linger not, lift your… Mirth shall come, as misery passes… Hark, how the mad wind blows his h… And hunts the laggards in streets…
In the shadow of a broken house, Down a deserted street, Propt walls, cold hearths, and pha… And the silence of dead feet— Locked wildly in one another’s arm…
Water, frolic water! Drops in the dazzle of noon, drops… Radiant down naked breast, down ar… You run to my feet, shaken to shin… Betwixt the green blades, liquid g…
O sorrowful thought! But one more… And our ways part, perhaps no more… And must we, then, less dear Grow to each other, as the swift d… Look, as two boughs from one stem…
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…
Go now, Love, Since staying’s joy no longer! Leave me to prove If Time can make me stronger! Nay, look not over thy shoulder so…
Keen comes the dizzy air In one tumultuous breath. The tower to heaven lies bare; Dumb stir the streets beneath. Immeasurable sky
Their hearts were burning in their… Too hot for curse or cries. They stared upon the towers that b… Before their smarting eyes. There where, since France began t…
When we said 'I am thine’ and ‘I… We were as children crying a delig… Their hearts indeed divine But cannot understand The perfect wholeness of its depth…
Emerging from deep sleep my eyes u… To a pursuing strangeness. O to b… Where but a moment past I was, th… The place, the time I know not, o… Far from this banished and so shru…
Pride is the untrue mask, Shame is a cloak that clings, Tenderness oft is a trammelling ve… Because of truth that stings. O to be stript, and to use
At the road’s end glimmer the stat… How small beneath the immense holl… Lonely and living silence! Air th… And tingled on the eyelids as we f… The long road stretched between th…
As my hand dropt a seed In the dibbled mould And my mind hurried onward To picture the miracle June should unfold,