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Ay, workman, make me a dream, A dream for my love. Cunningly weave sunlight, Breezes, and flowers. Let it be of the cloth of meadows.
THOU art my love And thou art the peace of sundown When the blue shadows soothe And the grasses and the leaves sle… To the song of the little brooks
In heaven, Some little blades of grass Stood before God. “What did you do?” Then all save one of the little bl…
Should the wide world roll away Leaving black terror Limitless night, Nor God, nor man, nor place to st… Would be to me essential
Once there came a man Who said, “Range me all men of the world in… And instantly There was terrific clamour among t…
Behold, the grave of a wicked man, And near it, a stern spirit. There came a drooping maid with vi… But the spirit grasped her arm. ‘No flowers for him,’ he said.
You say you are holy, And that Because I have not seen you sin. Aye, but there are those Who see you sin, my friend.
The livid lightnings flashed in th… The leaden thunders crashed. A worshipper raised his arm. “Hearken! Hearken! The voice of… “Not so,” said a man.
Tradition, thou art for suckling c… Thou art the enlivening milk for b… But no meat for men is in thee. Then— But, alas, we all are babes.
Aman said to the universe, ‘Sir, I exist!’ ‘However,’ replied the universe, ‘The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.’
Walking in the sky, A man in strange black garb Encountered a radiant form. Then his steps were eager; Bowed he devoutly.
A spirit sped Through spaces of night; And as he sped, he called, “God! God!” He went through valleys
The successful man has thrust hims… Through the water of the years, Reeking wet with mistakes— Bloody mistakes; Slimed with victories over the les…
Blustering God, Stamping across the sky With loud swagger, I fear You not. No, though from Your highest heav…
The sage lectured brilliantly. Before him, two images: “Now this one is a devil, And this one is me.” He turned away.