This is my play’s last scene, here heavens appointMy pilgrimage’s last mile; and my raceIdly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace,My span’s last inch, my minute’s latest point,And gluttonous…
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‘Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never missThe sweet sharp sense of a fugitive dayFetched back from its thickening shroud of gray.Hence the…
Oh, I’d been better dying,;;Oh, I was slow and sad;A fool I was, a-crying;;About a cruel lad! But there was one that found me,;;That wept to see me weep,And had…
Higher far,Upward, into the pure realm,Over sun or star,Over the flickering D?mon film,Thou must mount for love,—Into vision which all formIn one only form dissolves;In a region where the wheel,On…
The lily has a smooth stalk, Will never hurt your hand;But the rose upon her brier Is lady of the land. There’s sweetness in an apple tree,;;And profit in the corn;But lady…
(War Time) There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night,And wild plum-trees in…
Tweedledee said to Alice, “You like poetry-“ “Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry,” Alice said doubtfully. “What shall I repeat to her,” said Tweedledee, looking round atTweedledum with great solemn eyes. “‘The…
A little while, a little while,The weary task is put away,And I can sing and I can smile,Alike, while I have holiday. Why wilt thou go, my harassed heart,What thought,…
Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. The circular afternoon is now a bay where the world in stillness rocks. All is visible and…
Coming togetherit is easier to workafter our bodiesmeetpaper and penneither care nor profitwhether we write or notbut as your body movesunder my handscharged and waitingwe cut the leashyou create me…
The low yellowmoon above theQuiet lamplit house.
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare,The house for me, no doubt, were a house in the…
The summer like a rajah dies,And every widowed treeKindles for Congregationalist eyesAn alien suttee.
We talk of taxes, and I call you friend;Well, such you are,—but well enough we knowHow thick about us root, how rankly growThose subtle weeds no man has need to…
I am a little world made cunninglyOf elements, and an angelic sprite;But black sin hath betrayed to endless nightMy worlds both parts, and (oh!) both parts must die.You which beyond…
Sweet and low, sweet and low,Wind of the western sea,Low, low, breathe and blow,Wind of the western sea!Over the rolling waters go,Come from the dying moon, and blow,Blow him again…
O you would clothe me in silken frocks And house me from the cold, And bind with bright bands my glossy locks, And buy me chains of gold; And give…
When I am all alone Envy me most,Then my thoughts flutter round me In a glimmering host; Some dressed in silver, Some dressed in white,Each like a taper Blossoming light;…
A star looks down at me,And says: “Here I and youStand each in our degree:What do you mean to do,— Mean to do?” I say: “For all I know,Wait, and let Time…
The night is darkening round me,The wild winds coldly blow;But a tyrant spell has bound meAnd I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bendingTheir bare boughs weighed with snow,And…
If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far…
I am a man: little do I lastand the night is enormous.But I look up:the stars write.Unknowing I understand:I too am written,and at this very momentsomeone spells me out.
When I was young and bold and strong,Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong!My plume on high, my flag unfurled,I rode away to right the world.“Come out, you dogs,…
“Sweet, thou art pale.” “More pale to see,Christ hung upon the cruel treeAnd bore His Father’s wrath for me.” “Sweet, thou art sad.” “Beneath a rodMore heavy, Christ for my sake trodThe…
