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Life swelleth in a whitening wave, And dasheth thee and me apart. I sweep out seaward:— be thou brav… And reach the shore, Sweetheart. Beat back the backward-thrusting s…
I was drivin’ my two-mule waggin, With a lot o’ truck for sale, Towards Macon, to git some baggin… (Which my cotton was ready to bale… And I come to a place on the side…
Trim set in ancient sward, his man… Upbore his frontage largely toward… We could not dream but that he had… What virtue breathed from out his… We gazed o’erhead: far down our d…
O marriage-bells, your clamor tell… Two weddings in one breath. SHE marries whom her love compels… —And I wed Goodman Death! My brain is blank, my tears are re…
Look off, dear Love, across the s… And mark yon meeting of the sun an… How long they kiss in sight of all… Ah! longer, longer, we. Now in the sea’s red vintage melts…
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heav… O’erseeing all that man but unders… To loiter down lone alleys of deli… And hear the beating of the hearts… And think the thoughts that lilies…
For ever wave, for ever float and… Before my yearning eyes, oh! dream… Wherein I dreamed that time was l… A creeping rose, that clomb a heig… Out of the sea of Birth, all fill…
‘Thou Ship of Earth, with Death,… And fires of Desires burning hotl… I fear thee, O! I fear thee, for… At battle on the deck, and the wil… ’The dewdrop morn may fall from of…
O Hunger, Hunger, I will harness… And make thee harrow all my spirit… Of old the blind bard Herve sang… He made a wolf to plow his land.
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock and together aga…
If haply thou, O Desdemona Morn, Shouldst call along the curving sp… Dear Night, sweet Moor; nay, leav… With soft halloos of heavenly love… Shouldst thou, O Spring! a-cower…
The robin laughed in the orange-tr… “Ho, windy North, a fig for thee: While breasts are red and wings ar… And green trees wave us globes of… Time’s scythe shall reap but bliss…
Joust First. Bright shone the lists, blue bent… And the knights still hurried amai… To the tournament under the ladies… Where the jousters were Heart and…
From the German of Herder. All faintly through my soul to-day… As from a bell that far away Is tinkled by some frolic fay, Floateth a lovely chiming.
In the heart of the Hills of Life… Two springs that with unbroken flo… Forever pour their lucent streams Into my soul’s far Lake of Dreams… Not larger than two eyes, they lie