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All night under the moon Plovers are flying Over the dreaming meadows of silve… Over the meadows of June, Flying and crying—
Broken, bewildered by the long ret… Across the stifling leagues of sou… Across the scorching leagues of tr… Half-stunned, half-blinded, by the… And dusty smother of the August h…
AMONG bleak hills of mounded sla… 'Neath sullen evening skies that s… O’er burdened by the belching smok… Upon their aching foreheads, dense… Till both felt youth within them f…
A HANDFUL of cherries She gave me in passing, The wizened old woman, And wished me good luck– And again I was dreaming,
YOUTH that goes woolgathering, Mooning and stargazing, Always finding everything Full of fresh amazing, Best will meet the moment’s need
Only the footprints of the partrid… Over the billowy drifts on the mou… And now on level wings the brown b… Following the snowy curves, and in… Bright birds of gold above the sta…
Wind-flicked and ruddy her young b… In sunny shallows, splashing them… But when on rippled, silver sand s… And over her the little green wave… Coldly translucent and moon-colour…
Near the great pyramid, unshadowed… With apex piercing the white noon-… Swathed in white robes beneath the… Lie sleeping Bedouins drenched in… About them, searing to the tinglin…
AS one, at midnight, wakened by t… Of golden-plovers in their seaward… Who lies and listens, as the clear… Through tingling silence of the fr… Who lies and listens, till the las…
In dream, again within the clean,… Of glazed and aching silence he wa… And, closing in, the blank walls o… Crushed stifling on him . . . when… Caught in his clutching fingers; a…
When the plane dived and the machi… The deck, in his numb clutch the t… Bucked madly as he strove to keep… Zig-zagging, that was all that mat… To keep the ship zig-zagging endle…
Somewhere, somewhen I’ve seen, But where or when I’ll never know… Parrots of shrilly green With crests of shriller scarlet fl… Out of black cedars as the sun was…
All day beneath the hurtling shell… Before my burning eyes Hover the dainty demoiselles— The peacock dragon-flies. Unceasingly they dart and glance
She must go back, she said, Because she’d not had time to make… We’d hurried her away So roughly . . . and for all that… She broke from us, and passed
Scene: The big tent-stable of a t… ground near the entrance GENTL… stableman and general odd-job man,… MERRY ANDREW, the clown.… hunched man with a sensitive face…