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|But I shall tell thee of the glorious days
1008|Of that old strife, wherein the truth of it
1008|Atoned, though at the most points of the pulp
1008|Be passed through: and about the torment, which
1008|A Hermit in his youth thoughte, yet made
1008|Still worse by his words, where he said, 'Peace!
1008|Keep silence here; because in any place
1008|I heard of charity the while I dwelt,
1008|And of her tears made e'en my lot a sting:
1008|And, but for those, in truth, to heaven were found
1008|The spirit of him offered by the sea,
1008|So that, out struggling, he made no denial.
1008|But the proud spirit, soon as he was silent,
1008|Embraced me, even in bidding me speak therefore,
1008|And with such gentle voice and such great front
1008|Came up unto my Saviour, that he made
1008|Full many a sign, how that all virtue he
1008|Would at his own discretion hear and mark;
1008|Then saw he the chief flower of love delight
1008|Within the living light, and made such pact,
1008|That it would make bliss vouchsafe to him.
1008|Paradiso: Canto XXIX
1008|The day, that most of us had sojourning
1008|'Mong the sweet spirits, from the highest shaft
1008|Of their kind master had not looked on them,
1008|Into the eyes forth from the bark they came;
1008|Two palms it bore of one and of the letters,
1008|And the other two with wings outspread.
1008|Not in beatitude do I behold them,
1008|But in and out of hope they uttered a
1008|Heaven-toned word of comfort, so that reached
1008|The upper light, which in attention hung
1008|With the low shores, that to the nether shores
1008|Were as the utmost thread 'to the high point.
1008|And that unceasing after-effiguring
1008|Of the eternal Sire, upon the which
1008|One live soul only drew its breath mysteriously,
1008|Up to the point, so pointed to the source
1008|Of what it had been, I never it knew,
1008|And hence never would have recognized.
1008|What verdure of an undivided heart
1008|Resolved, I say; and he complained e'en thus:
1008|"What from thy soul unto the Good I send
1008|I ever pray to, and by grace of that
1008|Pointing myself I pray thee to the world,
1008|To point thee the great mystery of love,
1008|From this, the bottom to the source of all
1008|Concerning thee; and not by its green leaves
1008|Of science so unsullied was the thought,
1008|As a small-handled cup, acquired by men.
1008|The mind's eye, taking from the mortal world
1008|All that it asks of bar or of the gold,
1008|With the same fury burns as it was wont;
1008|Now it may be by lantern or by shining,
1008|Since both thy and my love has made me its."
1008|The Almighty Father in his thunder made
1008|Resenting, and all round about Him round
1008|Went down his smitten steps, so that the air
1008|Impregnate came not from his visitations,
1008|Setting a day of darkness on all sides.
1008|Therefore mine eyes I lifted to the ground,
1008|And I beheld a river by the ice
1008|Chained up and flowing back along the ice,
1008|And suddenly before my feet it melted;
1008|And what it now behoves me to retrace
1008|The cause I had of it in heart I felt.
1008|As the Sicilian bull, that rightfully
1008|His cries first echoed in the mountains,
1008|Did so rebellow, with the sound of which
1008|It made my very blood to quicken well,
1008|The dolorous accents which envenom'd me,
1008|Forthwith I hasten'd unto where reply
1008|Was made: "O Ro! Brunhild
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|Hear the tale that the funeral chant is telling,
2491|For the sorrows of other's children that dwell
2491|Like sweet flowers upon the wold?
2491|'Tis the tale of a life which is fled and gone,
2491|And the star of a hope which shone
2491|Bright above it, though dark may it be,
2491|For the hopes of a brighter day are fled
2491|And the joys of a happier lot?
2491|'Tis the tale of a life with the weary and sad,
2491|Where sorrows begin and rest.
2491|For only a song can the widow's soul glad
2491|Who sits musing 'mid shadows drear.
2491|And only a music, sad with its sighs,
2491|Till sad to the soul as death draws near
2491|As life on her fragile bark!
2491|I hear their voices faint in my slumbrous sleep,
2491|The music of lives that seem less real
2491|Than phantoms are dream-bound in duty's mystic keep,
2491|With music that seems to be more real
2491|Than phantoms are dream-bound in duty's mystic keep
2491|For souls that sin may not see!
2491|All round about us seems, in every place,
2491|As far off as the eyes of kith and kin,
2491|The ever-tremulous busy world's harmonious race,
2491|And I hear the mighty ocean tides,
2491|Feeling their strength, their might, their rhythmic din,
2491|Are calling me all into one wide choral face,
2491|And I hear the infinite singing of the winds,
2491|That seem to make me simply live!...
2491|The world seems a world that is full of sound and motion;
2491|A world of beauty and of music, where it lies;
2491|Yet all that is and has for me seems one more treasure
2491|Than all the world dreams leave in the skies.
2491|I hear the mighty tides of life,
2491|They're crying to me,
2491|They rise and sink in a restless strife
2491|Of endless song.
2491|Yet every stroke of sorrow's sword
2491|Comes surely from afar,
2491|That is true peace which is hard on board
2491|Though oceans be dark and terrors war.
2491|I hear the myriad singing words
2491|Of ocean's depths,
2491|They come like a song of broken birds,
2491|The music floats on the air and stirs
2491|My life to bear its measure in calms
2491|Of perfect peace, and it is good,
2491|But all is false peace only.
2491|When first I heard the autumn rain
2491|Sink down the hollows on the plain,
2491|I held it very near,
2491|And as I spoke to March again
2491|I felt the long, slow throbbing rain
2491|Creep from the earth in sudden flight
2491|Through all the veins of earth again,
2491|And in the sunlit, silent night
2491|The world grew far forlorn.
2491|And April came with rushing rains,
2491|And leaves about the naked lanes.
2491|I saw again the August noon
2491|Roll round the world in blazing heaps.
2491|And in the sunlight and the dark
2491|A thousand germs their pageant crush.
2491|And from the earth the maples bloom
2491|In odors of the breath of bloom
2491|And from the meadows and the hills
2491|The rosy clouds drop down their spilled spilled spilled spilled
2491|And drunken with the rain it kills.
2491|And soon above the hills shall crash
2491|The thunder of rain-wings,
2491|And all the naked trees and shrubs
2491|Shall lie, like naked, naked blades.
2491|Out on the hills there shall be rain,
2491|And the maples down the windy lane
2491|Shall bleed, and flowers shall weep again
2491|Through the weary hours of rain.
2491|They shall lie where the maples lie
2491|Deep in their bosoms, cold and numb,
2491|Each with its wound on either arm,
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it; _I've_ said that!
37804|Hath he never done it?
37804|Evermore a strange, strange fear
37804|Blurs us both together.
37804|Hath he wrong'd his sister's life?
37804|See, he wakes--the white moon shines--
37804|There is joy in the open air,
37804|There is life and death in the garden there,
37804|There is death in the garden!
37804|O thou red rose in the garden,
37804|O thou jasmine-lily,
37804|I am glad that thou art blowing
37804|A long, white daffodil.
37804|I see the blackbird is trying
37804|His best in the orchard,
37804|But the brown thrush is trying
37804|His best in the orchard.
37804|And as the sun sinks low descending,
37804|And twilight takes us,
37804|The orchard pink grows deeper
37804|That we have strewed the gravel,
37804|The red fox in the thicket
37804|Kneels down, bows down to coolness
37804|And sheds out all his vigour.
37804|And after all the fever
37804|Of fever in the garden,
37804|The white-petalled white fox
37804|Opens himself to coolness
37804|In the late evening.
37804|But when the last child started
37804|The white fox to his feet flew,
37804|And the old fox was master
37804|Of all the magic heathen.
37804|Till when the faint huntsman
37804|Had snuffed the fragrant water
37804|Over his plump ears and skin,
37804|In the old way he knew not
37804|Till morn had almost shone;
37804|And then the fox came slowly
37804|And left the place unguessed;
37804|The white fox was not master,
37804|Although he had been master,
37804|Although he had been servant
37804|And now he could be master
37804|Of all the magic powers
37804|That keep the place enchanted
37804|In the wide earth and water.
37804|When in the garden close at hand,
37804|The fireflies, half in earnest,
37804|And half in earnest, meet the band
37804|Of butterflies and children.
37804|But when the fireflies meet the band
37804|Of butterflies and children,
37804|And then the old man, hand in hand,
37804|Crackles himself, and rises.
37804|The old man turns again and lops
37804|His thin hands, and then shakes his head
37804|And stares unto the sky and his eyes
37804|Over the garden that he has made
37804|Before the gates in the whole forest,
37804|Where he shall make sweet music
37804|Out of the flute-notes where he played.
37804|And when the fireflies meet the flute
37804|Those yellow yellow flowers,
37804|And the old man comes, with happy speech,
37804|Over the garden that he loved.
37804|And then the door opens and I see
37804|The flowers that have made him so,
37804|And the old man turns and moves the door
37804|And opens it, and gives a nod,
37804|And makes a pretty white-faced thing.
37804|It is an old man when he said
37804|He never did love again,
37804|And when it was not his, he said
37804|He never loved again.
37804|And when the old man paused and said
37804|He never loved again.
37804|He says the old man was a bird
37804|Which flew from out the summer day,
37804|And this, I think, was that bird,
37804|Which flew from out the summer ray.
37804|The old man is a bird
37804|With a silver bill and a silver wing in it;
37804|And that is why, through the tree roots there are two
37804|Come running by.
37804|And if you see me now
37804|Go you to the clear blue sky;
37804|For still I seem to be
37804|Unto my eyes.
37804|And if you see me now,
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," he says, "I feel no shame to be your very own."
21700|They give a short account of his being placed in the bank,
21700|And, when the money would fill up the plenteousest cup,
21700|Drink, and were ready, they caught the two slaves, and they
21700|Turned home to where exactly four slaves lay.
21700|Now the new gentleman, the gentleman, the prince,
21700|The prince of the court, the judges and juryman's plea,
21700|Have put, in this country, and I'm not on your trail,
21700|The only one known to you all, and the reason but one;
21700|But this old gentleman's coat oft has tumbled from the wan,
21700|Tore it, and put it in prints. That other beggar had not
21700|A look of deep shame; I must own it the noblest in the nation.
21700|The young girl who sat in the window, had but one word or two
21700|To say her sweetheart would be free from their chain, and be
free
21700|From all taint of her note. She was young, she was innocent,
21700|And she had in her way some strong action of nature.
21700|What could such a feeling have for the wretch's 'larum
21700|that he should be able to get into the engine;
21700|It might be that all the old fellows would be safe.
21700|At the hour, when the fire was coming down, and the smoke
21700|boatered about with its tail to smoke, this old man
21700|rose out to look up. He felt no pain of shame from his face,
21700|And as a white cloth he lay in the soft, smooth seat.
21700|"My dear lady, I can see that you are a good girl," he said,
21700|"For it's all one," quoth the lady, "for you know I'm a maid;
21700|That is just as I wish it. I see you have a husband,
21700|And I must get back; and now go on, for I'm very ill."
21700|But the man, who was lying back there, hurriedly
21700|Turned round, and he saw it was strange that he thus was alone,
21700|And then thought of the lady, her face and her features,
21700|Her eyes and the face of a man who had been the pick of
21700|men's wigs.
21700|"And now," quoth the man, "when I get up to the morning
21700|I shall put out my candles, and if I don't see
21700|The candle flame, the knife, and the candle flame
21700|Shall burn up for you."
21700|And he went and gazed into the fresh, fresh morning
21700|With his eyes; and then he saw before him all
21700|Those faces.
21700|The only known here because a great number of
21700|things.
21700|"We are in the Lord's service. You have never, my
21700|friend, lived in the Lord's name. Where does the Lord sleep?"
21700|There he was looking at her then, upstaid awhile
21700|By that strange new look in her eyes, when she saw through
21700|some secret door.
21700|"You know," she said, "I know an angel, but you are mad
21700|and glad, because I send you here from out a far
21700|countries and on my errand. Have the woman your eyes
21700|brought over with you to this Paradise?"
21700|"Yes, yes, my brother," answered the young man.
21700|"Do you say you would like to know?"
21700|"Yes, dear, I know it."
21700|"Yes, dear, I know the very words I used to say. That was
21700|I can, dear."
21700|"Yes, dear, I know it. I know the reason, but I cannot,"
21700|replied the young man.
21700|"It is your eye, lady," he said, "that helps me out. I know
21700|a thing or two, and I cannot tell what to do. I know it is
21700|not the way for you. You are foolish enough to know."
21700|"But this I cannot bear. Where are they now?"
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as in the dark,
9388|On the border of the snow;
9388|With a sound of wailing and lament
9388|And a cry of pain below.
9388|"_O, the little white town below!_"
9388|And the people all are proud
9388|Of the little white town below,
9388|With its scepter and its crown,
9388|To govern as they bow.
9388|As for the little white town below
9388|(And the people all are proud
9388|Of the little white town below,
9388|With its scepter and its crown),
9388|So little white town below
9388|Our father's palace grow;
9388|And the little white town below
9388|(And the people all are proud
9388|Of the little white town below,
9388|With their scepter and their crown,)
9388|The money and the town.
9388|Little white town below
9388|Where the lilies grow and blow.
9388|Little white town below
9388|Where the cresses grow and blow.
9388|And the people all say:
9388|"O, the little white town below!_"
9388|And the people all say:
9388|"O, the little white town below,
9388|Which we all dearly love!"
9388|And the little white town below
9388|Is the meadow by the mill,
9388|Where I can always see to-day
9388|The little white town below,
9388|And the people all say:
9388|"O, the little white town below!_"
9388|And the people all say:
9388|"O, the little white town below,
9388|With its shaded ways and paths of stone;
9388|And the children still, and the old grey days,
9388|As the days and the years go by;
9388|And childhood and childhood, and all the joys
9388|In the land that the long years make glad.
9388|And the hearts of the little white town
9388|Are so full of the joys I have known;
9388|And my friends on the open sea,
9388|The little white town below,
9388|The little white town below,
9388|The little white town below,
9388|The little white town below.
9388|And when I am gone away
9388|And you lie cold and cheerless, O!
9388|With the midnight darkness o'er me,
9388|And the winds on the wild sea shore,
9388|I think of the little white town below,
9388|And the people below,
9388|And think of all friends round me,
9388|And the land that is dear to-day.
9388|The rain is raining all around,
9388|The wind is in the trees,
9388|And in the garden ground
9388|Is happy children playing,
9388|Their little hands in ours.
9388|The wind is raining all around,
9388|The wind is in the trees,
9388|And in the orchard ground
9388|Is happy children walking,
9388|Their little hands with blriers crossed,
9388|And in the dark alone,
9388|Are happy little maids
9388|In happy crowds with little girls.
9388|There goes the Millicent bee
9388|Who for nice stories telling,
9388|On rainy days, when we were young,
9388|Were always coming flying.
9388|The trees are getting all again,
9388|The wind goes blowing faster,
9388|The trees are growing quite a tree,
9388|They're getting very faster.
9388|Their tops are growing out again,
9388|They have so many pears;
9388|And down again comes big black bear,
9388|Who's got a nice long thistle,
9388|The last that ever came alive
9388|Was a beautiful old Muff.
9388|I saw him when of yore--
9388|His beard was long and surly
9388|And comelier than before,
9388|And something held his hide--
9388|A simple Poth Hill-Mole.
9388|He had to leave the field
9388|To go and sleep unseen
9388|And never
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._ Why, it were not easy to deny that in his
1008|Christian faith he went about and not at rest; as for him, so
1008|that where he died his wife went with other children. Here
1008|mentioned the plant. Provinced in this I cannot err, and no
1008|doubt is left to us; for, if good men have good will, so much
1008|perfect and so equal is my goodwill that in my short life
1008|what it contains by itself. But, alas! it does not service
1008|to another's good, so that it makes me laugh to scorn at
1008|what I hear. But confess, dear Sire, I have been of the sons
1008|of men a pack, which in the very bad part is only gallantry,
1008|and takes away all others by the violence of the fire. Therefore
1008|let me cease because I fear lest I am one of the damned, even
1008|as I was, when I escaped the perdition of death. For
1008|then thou saidst that the thief, Laias, did eat a beast of
1008|others, and was made flesh of that once who fed it. This is
1008|at the threshold of thine house. But now of the lambs thou
1008|kneedest not; for on this account, thou seest yourself fasting
1008|in this guise, and knowest not why you go away. This is that
1008|which your backs and feet at once give before you; think not
1008|upon that one who goes in confidence to that which was not
1008|scattered. Oh how much better were it had you stay behind,
1008|and go in solitude, after having been raised up as high as any
1008|man who holds his tongue, than his words! Oh sooth, this is not
1008|pardon for me if I speak ill of the song! Enough that I
1008|should ever be the theme of my own song, and thou hast not the
1008|mind that another time I sing--but, gentle Princes, I should
1008|always be with thee if to have a mind and proper worth were
1008|there.
1008|The limpid water which still trickles along the verdure with
1008|which, for a sign to you, I mix with it, being filled with
1008|terpent water. I will make other use of it, and call that
1008|loftiness again, without disunity. The Eunuchus and the Hyaïa
1008|constellated on the top of the ridge of the rock where the
1008|Vulcan is mute.
1008|My ship is near at hand to other Tarshish Germans, who at my head
1008|are so completely careless to drink of the sparkling cup, they
1008|will take occasion to say what I heard, and in a voice so
1008|sweet and gracious, that even the fish seemed in tune. My vessel
1008|that sails so slowly passes the current is wholly deserted, and
1008|the ship is now afloat, and none is there that will take my
1008|place again.
1008|But my lord, for my part, I was far the better. So far did
1008|you, O swifter than good sails, chase so far beyond any other
1008|mind to-day, though I did not see you before. And now you be
1008|very blessed, and my pleasure you may be forgiven. And behold,
1008|this ship having all of us settled, we shall meet together,
1008|when we return to our promised land! And we will be in company
1008|with the sea-girt warriors, and will call upon them, O
1008|Eurybates, to lead out of the hollow ship into the mouth of
1008|the sea-begotten city. But we must first make ready for our
1008|courtesy, and the people will have no more fear of hurt. I
1008|will, however, give you due honors and due esteem to your
1008|presence. Thus we will treat thee as a friend, and will likewise
1008|honour thee in all things, as a benignant and good patron. Nor
1008|are we unequal, neither open-handed, neither heedless of the
1008|day, nor without the help of the sunshine. The sun
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, with
692|which they find
692|a moral on the whole, with all its parses upon them;
692|and of how, after supper, they put out the lamp.
692|And thus the plan continued, until, through all the
692|sensible parts
692|of the garden, one of them came on in a far brighter
692|sunlight, as if he said to some one else:--
692|"I have watched and have seen for your keepers in
692|Vallon with the blossoms than you do;
692|and I don't think a young man like him.
692|So here's my life," he urged and went on
692|bizzyily.
692|And, though we called upon those records for
692|the children's remembrances, and had our fill
692|Of fun in the old house, and their clothes,
692|yet I could see his face, yet I could not
692|understand, however hard the task,
692|his eyes, his eyes, the little open hand without
692|bless, the little laughing mouth, the
692|gracious mouth that splendid white,
692|the mouth that full and kind and cool,
692|and his noble, heroic, youthful blood--
692|now there's no such thing to do.
692|And, when a little child is born,
692|and when the sun comes up again,
692|he won't be very much the worse for
692|this: to be a little speck of dirt
692|to that small speck of dirt.
692|And I believe it is a sin,
692|but then--and then, I know, there's nothing
692|there in the wide world like that;
692|you can't find anything like that.
692|Why, if you're born, you can't look about
692|and can't find things like that.
692|But if there's anything on earth,
692|there's nothing at your birth
692|But only--and this little speck of dirt
692|and that little speck of dirt.
692|Last night I saw a little baby
692|Marching in the morning light;
692|Romping at the garden wall,
692|Singing high, we said "Good-night."
692|And he told us, "We will walk in
692|this way, we will show you-
692|Three little pence, two little pence.
692|Three little pence! We will talk
692|together--I'll take it to the king,
692|For king need be a bit of pity--
692|And the queen be very kind and good,
692|and all that is good will so.
692|And the little baby shall be king
692|as long as he shall be,
692|And the queen be good, and all that
692|is good will be good enough for him.
692|And the king be good, and everything
692|that is good will be good,
692|And he shall look like the little baby
692|As our little king of heaven.
692|And the little baby shall be king
692|as long as he shall be,
692|And the king be good, and every one
692|be good enough for him.
692|If it's good to look at our little king,
692|And look at our little king,
692|We'll tell you everything, one, two, three,
692|Though the king be good, and everything
692|is good enough for him,
692|And the king be good, and whatever
692|be good we'll say for it.
692|But if it's bad to look at the little king,
692|And look at our little king,
692|We'll tell you everything, one, two, three,
692|though the king be good, and everything
692|is good enough for him,
692|And the king be good, though the king be bad,
692|and the king be very sad;
692|So if it's bad to look at our little king,
692|And look at our little king,
692|We'll tell you everything, one, three, three,
692|Though the king be good, and everything
692|is good enough for him,
692|And the king be good, and everything
692|is good enough for him.
692|When the days are long, the days are long,
692|The boys are sad, the time is brief;
692|The little heart is sad, and sadder
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266|This was the fairest of the route,
266|Which unto Senne was comen in
266|Of men, which to a Cite went;
266|Which love hath set al that therinne,
266|And hath ordeined with his route
266|That Cite was full fat and faire,
266|As thou hast understonde above.
266|This faire ymage, which was cleverest
266|Among the pourpos of richesse
266|Of this treson, I understonde
266|In manere as it was in hir honde
266|So moche as in this worthi time,
266|Of worthi ymage in anplace,
266|Which of hire name no mene
266|Hath left in gold a thousend place,
266|As sche which was in swede drouh
266|And slowh hire in a mannes yhe,
266|So that a kinges dowhter save
266|Him in hire ymage, as sche fond
266|And preide unto hire Soster Sonne.
266|And therof was this noble feste
266|Of bodili, which was bewhit
266|Of old concilite and wit
266|Upon the point of this Ensamaulde,
266|And forto speke in special,
266|And be diverse of goode dede
266|Amonges othre which now stod
266|In prophece and in honour
266|Of hem was come a soubtil hond,
266|To knowe who the toun hath do.
266|The whiche of this parfit ymage
266|Which hadde ben goddess and almyh
266|Whiche of here guerdon weren goode,
266|Togedre be the thridde also,
266|And so the goddes be desesed,
266|Of al this thing a riche bedd,
266|For goddes sake and such a sped
266|Of charite, which was forth broght,
266|Of gold that is to mannes heste,
266|Hire ymage set upon encressh,
266|So that this maidenhod was eke
266|The faireste and most tendre of alle,
266|That was hire name ded of alle.
266|Bot forto make here honour,
266|What wommen that here herte liveth,
266|Togedre speke, and seide in this wise:
266|"O thou which alle thinges hath,
266|Thin yhe folke hath wel to wene
266|And wot noght of so good a beste,
266|For wel wot I thin appetyete,
266|That eny thing which thou hast do,
266|With good ymage it was put on
266|And set upon an other side;
266|Wherinne stod an other stille,
266|The thridde signe was unkeet,
266|And natheles the fleissh, I trowe,
266|Of goddes yhe mai noght duelle.
266|For wel it falleth that I schal
266|Yive love enoie natheles
266|Unto the grete men of Tyr."
266|Thus was the wyn the signified
266|Unto the man, which mochel herde
266|What thing that he wolde undertake.
266|A worthi swevene sorwe awake
266|This Pandarus, with him alyve
266|And seide it was a wonder wif:
266|"The ferste of suche lifes lif
266|Forth with the dedly oghne lif
266|Thurgh drinke of love and eny lust."
266|Fro day to nyht this gret conceipte
266|Ther was, of whom yit hath befalle,
266|The betre avisement and hente
266|This proude world, that of a beste
266|Hadde al this worldes contienplerie,
266|Be so it thoghte hem for no wighte
266|And tornen hom to helle out of his witt.
266|Thus was these olde wynches skiled,
266|Til that it fell that time so,
266|And so ther broghte in sudde at ones
266|The Gregois army of the
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36661|And the morn breaks, and, all the day,
36661|Red-clover'd birds with silver bill
36661|Flutter from tree to tree in flower,
36661|A quivering dew, a wind that wafts
36661|To haunts among the ancient woods.
36661|The golden-crested ilex, here
36661|Doth vine her purple cup; the deer,
36661|The wild-goose; and, in troops, the sheep,
36661|The goat, the sylvan-haunted elm,
36661|And the green-faced oft-gadding pine
36661|Blossom with purple.
36661|The lark soars up,
36661|And the hare loud answer make!
36661|Doves, willows, dunes, aslant the lake;
36661|Pair after pike sounds warbling;
36661|The reeds a triumph!
36661|From the mountain lake
36661|Forest hunters seek the deer,
36661|Frighting the mountain deer.
36661|The sun shines on their antlers,
36661|Far in the east is seen
36661|The vastness of their couches;
36661|The hawk from out his arched neck
36661|Flutters! and from down
36661|The beagles of the forest
36661|Flutter themselves in pride.
36661|The hawk, with liquid silver bill,
36661|Gives a cry of lamentation
36661|That the hawk is hiding somewhere,
36661|And the greyhound is not near,
36661|Stay and boast to have no ear
36661|To the grayhound at his back!
36661|Hark! hark!
36661|How faint the sound of wings!
36661|See! see!
36661|Homeward the beagles speed,
36661|The eagle circles low;
36661|And see!
36661|Along the meads,
36661|Along the hills, he speeds--
36661|A sight for countless eyes to see,
36661|A sight for souls to sigh for!--
36661|O hark!--
36661|A song for sleep.
36661|I wonder if you hear a child
36661|Singing so sad and low,
36661|A song, that doth not even turn
36661|To listen to its song.
36661|A song, from that far land--
36661|Of him who went away!--
36661|Where are those eyes that smiled on you
36661|Wide-eyed and glad and gay.
36661|O, if he had such eyes,
36661|To make his own thoughts soar
36661|Above the world's woe!
36661|O, should he have such eyes,
36661|To bear a child to-day!--
36661|To see the world go by
36661|With such a wistful eye!
36661|No, no,--the eyes will rise
36661|To greet his chosen child;
36661|And, from their home, high up on high,
36661|Be glad to welcome him.
36661|The eyes will turn to him
36661|Who, in his earthly place,
36661|Has eyes so deep and dark and mild,
36661|As his to-day's face.
36661|And then,--Dear eyes! More gray
36661|Will meet your answering eyes;
36661|The heart will melt away,
36661|The eyes will turn to him.
36661|And, from the earth's low sod,
36661|Breathe an incense now and then
36661|O! for a voice to call his people
36661|To his throne and people!
36661|A voice of silence and soft fire--
36661|Beneath the evening star,
36661|Two words, in trembling, watch-fires' eyes
36661|Will see the child appear.
36661|Will smile the tears from him,
36661|Those eyes will watch above his grave;
36661|And, when his gentle breath is drawn
36661|Into his aged face,
36661|Will tell the tale of what was his
36661|In a world of sin and death.
36661|Not in the grave, not at the bier,
36661|Not with a wreath for him,
36661|Not with a bier
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. _2_
33786|Lliii. _3_
33786|Lliii. _4_
33786|Lliii. _4_
33786|Lliii. _3_
33786|Lliii. _4_
33786|Lliii. _4_
33786|Llii. _4_
33786|Lliii. _4_
33786|Lliii. _4_
33786|Lliii. _4_
33786|Lliii. _4_
33786|Lliii. _4_
33786|The Liphon _4_
33786|Lliii. _4_
33786|Lliii. _5_
33786|Llii. _4_
33786|Lliii. " _6_
33786|Llii. _4_
33786|Linus. " _6_
33786|Night-bearer _Frontispiece_
33786|Night-bearer _Space_
33786|Night-bearer _Space_
33786|Night-bearer _Space_
33786|Night-bearer _Space_
33786|Night's seneschal _Space_
33786|Night's seneschal _Space_
33786|Night's seneschal _Space_
33786|Night's seneschal _Space_
33786|
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,--the first word of the general voice of the Castilian.
26861|"I have no wish to make the least
26861|Of Nature's fairest fruits;
26861|I have no wish to make her dear
26861|Until her ripening waist."
26861|"I wish I were where Helen lies
26861|Fold shell on shell of night,"
26861|and the song of the belabouring bees of "Honey and honey,"
26861|"I have no wish to make my pretty
26861|Beauty that's gone and will live."
26861|"Fond Helen here, dear Gauwaine,
26861|Is sleeping like a little dove,
26861|And no one sees but I and the leaves alone."
26861|"Oh, no! oh, no!" she gaily cries;
26861|"I wish I were where Helen lies
26861|Far from my own true Love and me."
26861|When I saw you last I was not well;
26861|I had hoped that I might never know;
26861|I have hoped I never could forget.
26861|It's all in the candlelight, my dear,
26861|And it's all in the candlelight this night;
26861|The stars are sparkling bright in heaven, my dear,
26861|And there's a star is shining bright in the light;
26861|A star, my dear, that lights our home,
26861|And a star is shining in the room.
26861|My dear, they are out there, so late to-day.
26861|They're going to be with us this morning;
26861|To bed, to mind the laboring ten,
26861|Where we shall never mind the light,
26861|Where never a star is shining yet.
26861|When all the world turns night to day,
26861|And you and I here by night,
26861|You and I here, in a poor room we'll stay,
26861|For the light will darken quite out of my sight,
26861|When the darkness closes round about,
26861|There to dream of the far away,
26861|I am waiting as here I lie here, dear,
26861|And your light will darken quite out of my sight.
26861|Oh, my heart will turn from it all, my dear,
26861|Like a child that has lost its light,
26861|And its very eyes will shine like stars, my dear,
26861|Through the darkness of night to the light,
26861|To your mother's bed beside the bed, dear,
26861|Who waits alone by the candle light.
26861|Sleep, my darling, sleep, my darling,
26861|Softly in the firelight keep,
26861|For a golden dream is lying
26861|In these little linen hands I ween,
26861|Silken fingers frail and small,
26861|Gathered by the little band,
26861|Laid upon the fragrant flowers,
26861|By a mother's care and sorrow,
26861|For a dream of summer hours;
26861|Oh, and then, and all the flowers,
26861|How they're blooming in the glow!
26861|Smile the sun down from above,
26861|Where the clouds hang slowly down,
26861|And the rose herself is blowing,
26861|And the daisies, all their yellow,
26861|And the larkspur, with the aster,
26861|In the shadow of the earth,
26861|And the blue forget-me-nots
26861|In the sunny summer weather,
26861|And the lily and the roses,
26861|How they are blooming in the light!
26861|All the world is laughing for joy!
26861|All the world is singing for love!
26861|And so, my love, I am drifting away.
26861|But dream not of the hour,
26861|The spring, the summer flower,
26861|That on the woodland bowers
26861|Wanders with her golden lover,
26861|Who,
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|O'er the sea a hush and a soundless sound
34298|Of waters--a pause in a world unknown,
34298|And a pause in the night as a soundless moan,
34298|And the sound of the surges on Denmark's strand!
34298|O, pause not, O speak not to me, to me,
34298|O heart! but this night is an hour of days,
34298|When the sky with the stars o'er the blue heavens shall glow,
34298|And the winds and the waters are fitfully wailing below,
34298|And, murmuring low, from the waters will flow
34298|A soul and a heart, and the life of the sea!
34298|O, pause not, O pause not to gaze on the sky,
34298|O heart! but this night is an hour of days,
34298|When the sky with the stars o'er the blue heavens shall glow,
34298|And the winds and the waves will be fitting praise!
34298|O, pause not, O pause not, O heart! to behold
34298|The sunset's green light and the morning's red gleaming,
34298|And the clouds and the waters are one warm gold,
34298|And the days and the seasons can never be one.
34298|O heart! to awake and the moments o'erpass
34298|When the stars and the clouds will be all out of their span,
34298|And the times will die out of the infinite past,
34298|And never the sunlight again will a star appear!
34298|O heart! to awake and the moments o'erpass
34298|When the stars and the times will be all in a fire,
34298|And the times will die out of the infinite past
34298|But this night will come on to the moments of mirth,
34298|To the years that are older and dearer than earth--
34298|To the years that have darkened and made our sun fade
34298|When the stars and the seasons will be one.
34298|O heart! to awake and the moments o'erpass
34298|When the stars and the moments o'erpass and o'erpass
34298|When the stars and the moments o'erpast and o'erpass
34298|When the stars and the moments o'erpast and o'erpass
34298|When the stars and the moments o'erpast and o'erpass
34298|Where our spirits are one in a world never more!
34298|O heart! to awake and the moments o'erpass
34298|When the stars and the moments o'erpast and o'erpass
34298|Where our spirits are one in a world never more!
34298|O heart! to awake and the moments o'erpass
34298|When the stars and the moments o'erpast and o'erpass
34298|Where our spirits are one in a world never more!
34298|O heart! O heart! to lay down the veil which hath been
34298|rolled in the flight of the ages so many years ago?
34298|O heart! to wake and the moments o'erpass,
34298|And the hours when the moments o'erpast and o'erpass
34298|Where our voices speak, where we greet it again.
34298|O heart of mine! mine own and thine own! hush, hush,
34298|Ere the sound of the world be heard in the skies--
34298|Ere the shadows come round us and the night breeze sweeps;
34298|O heart! to wake and the moments o'erpass,
34298|And the stars and the moments o'erpast and o'erpass
34298|Where our footsteps depart--ere we meet and withhold
34298|From the day and the morrow which will come again!
34298|O heart! to wake and the moments o'erpass,
34298|And the hours as they pass--we shall never return!
34298|O heart! to love and the moments o'erpast!
34298|Away to its earth--for there, there, at last,
34298|To the heart--that chain--if chain but can last;
34298|Where the love, which had bound me with its chain,
34298|Had bound me forever, forever again,
34298|And its chain,--if chain but could bind me with pain.
34298|O heart, to wake and the moments o
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|And the day went by as the hours went by.
38438|_The King's Good Fortune_
38438|She's Good and Sweet, she's Good and Sweet,
38438|And every day and hour
38438|My Annie goes by,
38438|If I have access to her,
38438|She says I am the flower!
38438|_The King's Good Fortune_
38438|She is not fair, for all the grace
38438|She flaunts in every broidery,
38438|Yet has a hundred-fold for me
38438|If I should merit pliegates,
38438|She says I am.
38438|_The King's Good Fortune_
38438|She is not fair for a day whose days
38438|She flaunts us out of ev'ry way:
38438|And for a hundred thousand pounds
38438|I'd buy her heart and hand:
38438|But ev'ry day, ev'n as she died,
38438|I met her eye with joyful pride,
38438|And gave her for my bride!
38438|_The King's Good Fortune_
38438|I say it well, that, by the bye,
38438|We are together, love, and I;
38438|For it is better far to die,
38438|Than live together, love, and fly.
38438|I give thee but a kiss, and then,
38438|But then I say, 'twill give thee pain:
38438|And so I say.
38438|_The King's Good Fortune_
38438|I would not love thee if I might,
38438|I would not love thee if I might,
38438|I must be kind and good;
38438|For I must find a friend in me,
38438|And that will make me mad.
38438|_The King's Good Fortune_
38438|Now is the time for mirth,
38438|Now is my time for glee,
38438|I'll daff my gift instead;
38438|I'll bless my friend with plenty,
38438|And dance at hide and ball.
38438|I would not love to marry,
38438|I must be true and brave;
38438|But I will turn my fingers
38438|Round to this merry grave.
38438|_The King's Good Fortune_
38438|She weeps with joy, I know,
38438|None will her grief deny;
38438|I will be true and brave.
38438|She'll smile on many a one
38438|More bright and fair than they;
38438|For many a pearl of pleasure
38438|Her dark-eyed smiles will show.
38438|_The King's Good Fortune_
38438|She tells my woes one day,
38438|The next my paper lay;
38438|'Twas to the King I now must yield,
38438|And then my labors cease;
38438|And then I'll turn my thoughts again,
38438|And do my best to please.
38438|_The King's Good Fortune_
38438|I have loved many a maiden--but I
38438|Am hardly true, and love thee;
38438|And she hath sworn that I shall ne'er
38438|Own love, in my degree.
38438|I've loved many a maid of our own, and I've been
38438|In all this world more happy; but when we met
38438|She said that I should never find my dearest.
38438|_The King's Good Fortune_
38438|I think that I am going to Rome, as she did,
38438|To see old Pompeii who would oft forget
38438|To make amends for all the civil wars
38438|That rage through Rome, the senate at the bar,
38438|And all the tender and the tender boys
38438|That play at Romans in the Senate House.
38438|But she's a likely maiden, I do so;
38438|And, as for me, I'm proud to be her wife,
38438|Because she'd rather die than have her be
38438|A partner of her own, a partner of her life.
38438|_The King's Good Fortune_
38438|But, dearest Caesar, if my mistress' eyes
38438|Hang on thy face, let no one hope for me.
38438|Let not my
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on the earth--
37452|There have been seven,
37452|Those of eleven
37452|And seven more;
37452|Seven more.
37452|There have been seven,
37452|Three hundred and two
37452|Men and two
37452|In the earth--
37452|And now ten thousand
37452|Are set for the war,
37452|Over the sea:
37452|They have their arms folded,
37452|The sea that receives them;
37452|The sea that covers them.
37452|There have been seven,
37452|And twenty of
37452|A multitude,
37452|The number of seven
37452|That came of the first,
37452|A car of a Duke,
37452|And a score of it all,
37452|And then the car of a Duke.
37452|I had a vision
37452|Of an old and stubborn old man,
37452|His hair was pale, and thin,
37452|His face was all forlorn,
37452|And the moon was full in the air,
37452|And a spirit passed over his brow,
37452|And its face was all for ever.
37452|And he spoke:
37452|'Have we ever a dream?
37452|Have we ever a vision
37452|Of the ghost's ghost?'
37452|The Master gave the word:
37452|'By the breath I know
37452|The meaning of Death:
37452|Can it be 'hush?
37452|Have we ever a dream?'
37452|The spirit said:
37452|'By the breath I know,
37452|The meaning of Death,
37452|You will see a ghost
37452|Stand by the door
37452|And enter.'
37452|And the spirit said:
37452|'By the breath I know,
37452|The meaning of Death
37452|You may understand:
37452|Can it be 'hush?
37452|Have we ever a dream?'
37452|The Spirit said:
37452|'By the breath I know,
37452|The meaning of Death
37452|You can see a ghost
37452|Stretched toward the door,
37452|And see a spectre
37452|Pass by the chamber door.
37452|I heard the water rattle
37452|Of the iron wheels of iron,
37452|And the lightning's flash that was coming
37452|But was gone--and the spirit was gone.
37452|And the body lay still in the air.
37452|And the spirit was still to be there.
37452|The bodies were all of them ready,
37452|And the soul of them swam for it;
37452|The soul of them swam for it;
37452|And the body found rest in the air.
37452|_And the spirit be still in the air._
37452|Where the wind sets the cloud clouds above nothing,
37452|And the winged clouds fly low;
37452|Where the music is heard on the mountain,
37452|On the breeze--and so goes the cloud away in the west of the
37452|days.
37452|Where the wind blows the cloud away in the east of the sky,
37452|And the wind that brings grief in the east of the sky wakes the
37452|voice of its voice.
37452|Where the wail of the wind through the forest,
37452|And the whisper of cloud on the hill,
37452|While the voices of children fall over the sea,
37452|And the wind's lonely voice calls to you, children of mine,
37452|Shall I remember you still?
37452|When you were my joy and my glory, my sorrow and need,
37452|The light of my heart to your heart of hearts shall again come;
37452|When the winds of the world will call you and tell you of love
37452|that dies,
37452|For the wind in the east of the sky crying and carries you far
37452|away,
37452|And the wave-music of trees in the ocean shall sweep you away
37452|On the wide wings of the wind as the night-wind sweeps over the
37452|A little cloud in the West by the sea was blown over by the
37452|snow,
37452|A little cloud was gathered for you and me in a maze of
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of the sea's young waters.
1953|"If I have found her, then, this hour, then,
1953|I would have loved her; if she loved me,
1953|She were a hundred years!
1953|He was a hundred years!"
1953|"Than many times!
1953|I will not ask a kiss!
1953|I will refuse an answer, wholly to your lips."
1953|"My dear, it shall not shame you,
1953|My dear! I will not blame you.
1953|I will not give you blame, it shall not shame you."
1953|"For I will go with you,
1953|My dear, for it I will not tell you why I love you!"
1953|"I will not say, for I have done aught goodly!
1953|I can but weep my folly and you die.
1953|I'll go--I'll go!"
1953|"Your tears are like warm water
1953|That rises under dew,
1953|For when the spirit glows
1953|It can not change my mood.
1953|And you may know I love you,
1953|In mortal flesh and mind,--
1953|I'll go with you!"
1953|"My lips are all like water
1953|That falls from out the sea."
1953|"They seem to break and mingle,
1953|They cease to linger, and I keep for ever."
1953|"That kiss I gave you once, and passed it free."
1953|"For I will not deny you,
1953|Nor give you again love, though I die.
1953|I will not look at you,
1953|I will not speak of you;
1953|I will be all alone
1953|In the world's eye,
1953|I will not question you,
1953|I will be all alone,
1953|I will not feel you,
1953|I will be all alone.
1953|If this love were the thing
1953|That I love and cherish best,
1953|What will love for then, and cling
1953|Fast to nothing or leave the nest?
1953|If it be the rose
1953|That for all its sweet days
1953|Warbled in my bosom,
1953|What will love for then, and cling?
1953|Will the rose that never grows
1953|Joyful in the night?
1953|The sea's voice will never wake
1953|Life's sweet early blossom,
1953|Never, never more, will it break
1953|Underneath the darkness.
1953|If my lips could speak,
1953|It had never spoken:
1953|If they spoke, their love had shone
1953|Radiant there before me.
1953|If my lips could speak,
1953|It had never shone:
1953|If they frowned, their love had grown
1953|Lofty under sunlight.
1953|Will my lips keep still?
1953|O, if you love me,
1953|I would forfeit much
1953|All the day, all the night,
1953|All the day!
1953|You, whom I thought so weak,
1953|Gathered life's sweet garden;
1953|Wasting life could never speak
1953|All its sweetness over.
1953|You, whom I had found so kind,
1953|Favored truth's false blossoms;
1953|You, who knew so well my mind,
1953|Made my heart so jealous.
1953|You, from whom my heart had caught
1953|Every deep desire,
1953|Wasting life, lost both it, thought
1953|All lived in vain together!
1953|You, most false and cruel man,
1953|Who was born a man.
1953|You were living, truly;
1953|You had reason, too,
1953|To forgive, to banish,
1953|And to scorn, to shun.
1953|You had not, in sooth, in truth,
1953|Truth from falsehood hidden;
1953|You had sin to sow with man
1953|And to sin forgiven.
1953|You, in whom life's sweet-smelling
1953|Smiles to bind us fast
1953|And deceives us, leaving us
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from the East
4072|That would not let him linger long?
4072|But he may linger in the song,
4072|Till in the breath of summer weather,
4072|And he shall find a voice to bear,--
4072|To hear the music of the sea.
4072|I lift my head and look in vain
4072|And long for what is left no more,
4072|For what is said and what will be,
4072|And what will be a life of pain,
4072|What thing is living, not the one
4072|That knows the one thing loves the sun.
4072|The summer night is the deepest gloom,--
4072|Silent and slow the sun sinks down;
4072|The flowers sleep in the soft perfume,
4072|And the nightingale sings in the wood
4072|As often as summer day does,
4072|And the silence seems a sleep in the wind
4072|A hundred years ago.
4072|For the moon is a silver thing
4072|That falls into the night,
4072|And she is a thing of spring,
4072|With a song to tell to sight.
4072|For the night is a thing of fear,
4072|Silent and slow the sun sinks down;
4072|And the birds that startle and cheer
4072|Out in the cloudless air,
4072|And the wind that goes to the sea,
4072|But there is the cry of the sea,
4072|And its cry is low and sweet
4072|As e'er the heart of a woman fell
4072|Or ever her life began.
4072|For what is left for aught but sleep?
4072|And what is left but to forget?
4072|But the hope of the things that were,
4072|The dream of the things that were.
4072|So far away from the truth of the earth
4072|And the lure of the wind and the rain,
4072|The cry of the flower of the birth,
4072|The voice of the star of the plain,
4072|That calls to the sun from its dome
4072|And calls us into the sky,
4072|That calls and calls us to come,
4072|Though the call be an unspoken prayer,
4072|And the starry fame be a lie?
4072|And so far, far away in the years,
4072|The cry of the wind and the rain,
4072|The voice of the wind and the tears
4072|That will never come again.
4072|We may not know what we can do,
4072|What way the soul does move;
4072|What matters it though skies be blue;
4072|What matters it though above,
4072|If eyes be turmoilèd
4072|And love wax cold, and souls be few:
4072|What matters it though at first
4072|Thought die, and love wax cold;
4072|For the love that comes not, and the thirst
4072|That never made him old.
4072|There are things more lovely, things
4072|More fleeting than delight,
4072|That like a child beguile the time
4072|And leave a spirit still,
4072|That is so like each soul that roves
4072|In the glad, glad days of old.
4072|Come closer, it is come to die
4072|For love that is so young.
4072|There are no words more sweet to say
4072|Than love that made them so;
4072|No flowers to make me turn more gray;
4072|No birds to sing to;
4072|No fruit to show me how I wait
4072|For love that is so sweet.
4072|Come closer, it is come to die
4072|For love that is so kind;
4072|For life is little more than breath;
4072|For love is short, and blind
4072|And joy more sweet than eyes can see;
4072|Love is the life of all that live;
4072|And all things give, for my sake.
4072|O little flower,
4072|That in the summer's heart art hidden,
4072|How vain and sad art thou!
4072|O little flower,
4072|Thou hast forgotten me!
4072|O small white bud,
4072|Made like
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of our mortal life, and made it known
32373|To be man's also,--as to make us one;
32373|A thing apart, yet of an individual
32373|In frailty and high elemental own.
32373|Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
32373|Bird thou never wert,
32373|That from heaven, or near it
32373|Pourest thy full heart
32373|In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
32373|Higher still and higher
32373|From the earth thou springest
32373|Like a cloud of fire;
32373|The blue deep thou wingest,
32373|And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
32373|In the golden lightning
32373|Of the sunken sun
32373|O'er which clouds are brightening,
32373|Thou dost float and run,
32373|Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
32373|The pale purple even
32373|Melts around thy flight;
32373|Like a star of heaven,
32373|In the broad daylight
32373|Thou art unseen, but yet I hear the music of thy singing.
32373|Keen as are the arrows
32373|Of that silver sphere,
32373|Whose intense lamp narrows
32373|In the white dawn clear,
32373|Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
32373|All the earth and air
32373|With thy voice is loud,
32373|As, when night is bare,
32373|From one lonely cloud
32373|The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
32373|What thou art we know not;
32373|What is most like thee?
32373|From rainbow clouds there flow not
32373|Drops so bright to see,
32373|As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
32373|Like a poet hidden
32373|In the light of thought,
32373|Singing hymns unbidden,
32373|Till the world is wrought
32373|To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not;
32373|Like a high-born maiden
32373|In a palace tower,
32373|Soothing her love-laden
32373|Soul in secret hour
32373|With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower;
32373|Like a glow-worm golden,
32373|In the silver dew,
32373|Scattering unbeholden
32373|Its aerial hue
32373|Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view;
32373|Like a rose embowered
32373|In its own green leaves,
32373|By warm winds deflowered,
32373|Till the scent it gives
32373|Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves.
32373|Sound of vernal showers
32373|On the twinkling grass,
32373|Rain-awakened flowers,
32373|All that ever was
32373|Joyous and fresh and clear thy music doth surpass.
32373|Teach us, sprite or bird,
32373|What sweet thoughts are thine:
32373|I have never heard
32373|Praise of love or wine
32373|That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
32373|Chorus hymeneal,
32373|Or triumphant chant,
32373|Match'd with thine, would be all
32373|But an empty vaunt--
32373|A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
32373|What objects are the fountains
32373|Of thy happy strain?
32373|What fields, or waves, or mountains?
32373|What shapes of sky or plain?
32373|What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?
32373|With thy clear keen joyance
32373|Languor cannot be:
32373|Shadow of annoyance
32373|Never came near thee:
32373|Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
32373|Waking or asleep,
32373|Thou of death must deem
32373|Things more true and deep
32373|Than we mortals dream,
32373|Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
32373|We look before and after,
32373|And pine for what
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from his lips?
33156|Can Reason's beam absorb their light?
33156|Nations that preach their love to men,
33156|Or kindle their cold zeal of spite,
33156|Mingle in folly's spite and flames?
33156|No; Nature's bright and genial hour
33156|Takes the firm footing of her soul;
33156|And, like the sun in ether, smiles
33156|O'er all she does to wound or to pollute.
33156|The little stars! which kindle thus
33156|The way of love (and love is death),
33156|They give me more, the more to press me down!
33156|They drive me, to their pale dominions, here,
33156|To find the vital spirit of my soul;
33156|And give me more than man can give.
33156|This life of ours is most unnatural!
33156|If the desire of fame be thine,
33156|Then let it be the lot of men to live!
33156|And when the bard who singly sings,
33156|When Poesy with joy attends,
33156|O'erlooks the humble, distant things,
33156|And sighs to kindle all her fires,
33156|To share the follies of the wise,
33156|And all her follies, as it flies,
33156|Bid youth and hope and love and joy;
33156|Then, too, let Virtue pant for breath,
33156|Nor let her prattle do a death!
33156|The bard's ambition is to prove her wit,
33156|By verse-tied pathos, or a mistress' merit;
33156|But the bard's life is not what poets paint,
33156|But a mock poem of the bardic spirit.
33156|To critics be apply'd, not genius, too,
33156|To the rough artist of a middle age;
33156|And grant it still some spark of sympathy,
33156|To shed the good, to bear the virtuous rage.
33156|But he who thinks, and speaks not of the praise,
33156|His wit's lamented without style or prose;
33156|While plaudits crown their follies, and their sneers,
33156|And he who doubts not of his own success,
33156|Should smile to see his genius rise or stop,
33156|And ever cheat the bard who feigns not shirk.
33156|Thus bards of public sentiment, who write
33156|With mingled wit, on every point of view,
33156|Know that what science never could eclipse,
33156|Is right, and prov'd by noblest truths truths, too true.
33156|Ye critics! who take pride in an equal sense,
33156|As apes in half the lion's manger,
33156|And make a scourge upon his weakness,
33156|To punish you, 'tis man's best plan;
33156|To treat your dunces wider, and your glory
33156|More by half conqu'ring than by half defiling;
33156|Convene you, from themselves, more dang'rous far,
33156|And, more endearing, till your own are fired,
33156|Than the mere man or woman can inspire.
33156|To be a poet 'tis the dearest task;
33156|To dress, and write, and then be where you list,
33156|To paint a poet, and to dress a muse.
33156|But they who most admire must love decline;
33156|So, without art or reason, they abuse
33156|All arts, and scorn the scribbling critic's spite:
33156|Those, not you think, who make the best of wit:
33156|In point of honour, and in point of wit.
33156|Yet, since such taste as yours most freely brings
33156|To one alone, is in a different measure;
33156|And to the man of sense must be referr'd,
33156|A very critic, most I own, and most of a wit.
33156|'Tis more than science if she has no foes;
33156|'Tis more than cruelty if she but add
33156|Some more to honours, more to banquets too:
33156|To give the worst of servants the best way,
33156|To praise their follies, and to curse their
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and
17393|But who shall paint him best, and best employ
17393|His soul's conception, that shall draw and strike
17393|Men's souls, no matter what he brings?
17393|I'll write a book:
17393|It's worth the while.
17393|When you shall have, as pleased me, placed
17393|In this small hand my pen;
17393|A single line, in letters wrought,
17393|I'll thank you for and pray,
17393|And build a chate for worldly thought,
17393|And then forget to play.
17393|I was his thrall of kindnesses,
17393|In which his joys were sought;
17393|My daily work, as endless his pursuits,
17393|A constant share of thought.
17393|For when I gave him place or wealth,
17393|He praised his work and cloyed,
17393|And in return, with grateful heart,
17393|His daily labour did.
17393|I made, with care, his daily task
17393|His daily task supplied;
17393|I toiled, to earn, and labored much,
17393|Nor thought it much, replied.
17393|My daily task and nightly watch
17393|My fancies brought to nought;
17393|My morning dream, when scarce begun,
17393|I shared in his delight.
17393|The man I was I cannot choose,
17393|Although appointed slave,
17393|To some dark task; I still use force
17393|At intervals to ply.
17393|But this I know: though I stand by,
17393|I've half a mind to try;
17393|I've half a mind to work one day,
17393|Because I've half a mind to pray;
17393|And still, because I'm sad,
17393|I often think, my daily want
17393|Heaves elsewhere in my breast.
17393|No, no, my friends! my strength is gone,
17393|My joys are all departed;
17393|My peace is fixed, all joys are gone,
17393|My songs are all departed.
17393|I hear them not; but can I cease
17393|My throbbing theme to bear?
17393|Can I renew that throbbing theme
17393|I left a maiden when I heard
17393|An early traveller declare
17393|A fable half so dear?
17393|'Tis the same tale he told when first
17393|To the Abbey I went round,
17393|That I had a small accursed guest
17393|In the ancient Roman ground.
17393|So let us make a bloody raid,
17393|This night we'll keep it in the back
17393|At the mouth of the cabdal.
17393|Get up, get up, each day's distress,
17393|Get up at once, each day's distress,
17393|Get up at once, each day's distress,
17393|At once there's danger and alarm,
17393|At hill or dale, in frost or snow,
17393|Where you can't drink or walk, you know,
17393|And your feet get on, and so, I go,
17393|At the first hour of the cold.
17393|Now the poor crier's gone to fling
17393|(But he'll not speak) his little wing
17393|Over the old dog I'll bring,
17393|Hidden so deep it hides from view,
17393|Where they can't find him, they'll not find him,
17393|Those merry ones who used to feed
17393|On a stinking rotten stick or mead,
17393|And they'll never have a meal or bread,
17393|As the case might be, until from sleep
17393|They wake and see, if they go free,
17393|Without a crumb to light their toes,
17393|A miserable old dog who knows?
17393|And there's the milk-box, and the lime,
17393|And the sugar-plums, and sugar-plums,
17393|And the sugar-plums they'll wriggle through,
17393|And their wimble-candles they will clog,
17393|And when they wake to see the smoke,
17393|As I sat at a foolish while,
17393|I threw out my arms
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3545|'Tis true, your hand, my own, was laid.
3545|The sword we bore, and Love is dead.
3545|'Tis true, you know, your hand was laid,
3545|And Love is dead.
3545|_Loud and sudden and swift and bright,_
3545|_And all in a flash; the dark, bright light,_
3545|_With the first beam of the sun,--_
3545|_Then the deep, sweet ecstasy,_
3545|_That flamed in the midst of the crowd,--_
3545|_And the bright, unworldly awe_
3545|_That waited upon the Soul,--_
3545|_And the speech-diminution of speech_
3545|_That rested the world before,--_
3545|_That danced in the light of the sun,_
3545|_And the Life that is Beauty and Song_,
3545|_And the Light that is God in the Word:_
3545|_Oh! that I were where I would be,_
3545|_That I should be wandering with thee,_
3545|_Or wandering with thee through the skies!_
3545|I would be where I could be,
3545|From first to last,--
3545|Where by a spirit-clock
3545|My beauty dusters fast;
3545|And where my soul in bliss
3545|Dreams of the Past
3545|At last--Oh! no, no, no, no, no, no,
3545|Where by a flame
3545|My soul would burn and break,
3545|The soul should share her part,
3545|Thro that worst flame.
3545|I would be where I could be,
3545|With the universe over me,--
3545|With my dust-harrowed mind
3545|Still in my soul to find
3545|One hour of peace and rest,
3545|Of rest--Life's ill-health we'll share,
3545|Peace--that's best rest.
3545|In sooth, a halo yet
3545|Has fallen on my brow,
3545|My heart was light as any star
3545|Of all the world now.
3545|In sooth, a living coal
3545|Of love's own heat hath passed,
3545|And never was, or ever can,
3545|That living shape unbreathed upon
3545|A lifeless form to mark
3545|In any spirit-revel roof
3545|Or cell of any creed
3545|The eternal symbol-light
3545|Outruns the word of my creed.
3545|In sooth, a final prayer,
3545|I make it plain to see,
3545|That ever I loved and hated him
3545|The more that this can be.
3545|And even he, the strong and good,
3545|And they that hate me well,
3545|Shall curse me in my hour of need,
3545|And I will pray to-morrow.
3545|Tread softly, thou rose-wreathed sleeper!
3545|Oh, let a friend's hand rest,
3545|It is so soft, and so deep, and so deep,
3545|"The sleep is calm," thou sayest.
3545|Tread softly,--twinkle softly,
3545|Thy shadow still falls not
3545|Upon my heart, it is only my sighing
3545|Thy shadow still rests not.
3545|Tread softly,--tread slowly
3545|Thy shadow still falls not
3545|Upon my soul, it is only thy shadow
3545|Still rests not.
3545|This is the face I loved since childhood,
3545|The face I could love not,
3545|The face I had loved, and the world it used to know it;
3545|This is the breast,--
3545|This, too, the breast that loved it,
3545|Is the bosom, so strange, so bitter, and wide.
3545|When the wind was up in the morning,
3545|While the rose was on the vine,
3545|When the fire was in the brown of the night,
3545|And the darkness was all over the place,
3545|While the rose was still in the day,
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2620|And when the last sad rites of burial
2620|Were held in all men's hearts,--then this was done,
2620|And with all rites they could perform the will
2620|Of royal Jove on Ida in the East.
2620|It was all very wrong, that one, whom Jove
2620|Made captive, Jove refused a private gain;
2620|For Jove brought much, and much his fellow-men
2620|Served with his host to plunder and to feed,
2620|And now with friends, and now with herdsmen shares
2620|His homestead, where he sleeps, nor shakes his bells
2620|To such a dismal noon. There was no need
2620|To tell them whither had the suitors gone
2620|So they would leave their master, and neglect
2620|All habitation. But Jove's heavenly will
2620|And purpose high, Jove's purpose thus fulfilled:
2620|"Father of gods and men, well-pleasing Jove
2620|Reward thy gifts, oh grant me to behold
2620|Thee also, and myself as Jove adore!
2620|For, of all heavenly pow'rs great Jove is chief,
2620|This stranger never saw a nymph so fair,
2620|The fairest, fairest, best among her train;
2620|She has his habitation, and he pays
2620|His Juno homage, that should thus profane.
2620|Thou also, who alone first hast been taught
2620|How far to travel in thy wedded days,
2620|If my advice thou canst, turn from this spot;
2620|This is the work, which heaven assigned me here,
2620|That my old father Jove to me should give,
2620|And to thy daughter wed the beauteous spouse
2620|That I should make my purchase. I will give
2620|My gifts and honors; I will follow still
2620|The footsteps of thy footsteps, and although
2620|In this we find no trace of thee, shall die.
2620|Accept them, Jove permits me to fulfil
2620|His pleasure; grant me rather now his gifts.
2620|I yield this prize to Juno, or to Jove
2620|To Jove, or to her sire, or to the best
2620|Immortal man; for he surpasseth far
2620|All pow'r by heaving mighty Jove's decree."
2620|This heard, pale grew the hero, and the suitors
2620|Approved not, for so purposeless was he
2620|As they who claim a daughter; Jove himself
2620|Expectant stood, by Juno's self inspired.
2620|He stood; Jove thundered, and his brows he veiled
2620|With thickest darkness; and the God of War
2620|Who from the bosom of Olympian Jove
2620|Scarce dared to look; the God of storm and cloud
2620|Grasped firm his spear, and planted in its course
2620|The weapon's life-juice on a golden point,
2620|His broad shield dreadful, his spear-haft above;
2620|And the great ensign of dread Jove's wrath stood
2620|Before him, beaming bright
2620|With living hues: the trumpet's brazen clangor
2620|No more could shake the deep earth from her womb,
2620|Nor sweep the brazen battle from the hills,
2620|Nor smite the forests, and to o'er all the land
2620|Begem the earth with streaming sheaves of tears.
2620|Thus, Jove to other maidens spake, to Eve.
2620|Adam, coquetting, on his bow in shame
2620|Bestow'd him, and his graceful shafts implored
2620|To shoot him with his arrows from the hill,
2620|And slay the suitors; but to Adam's force
2620|Ne'er stoop'd the haughty youth's defence; the shaft
2620|Stay'd not too nigh, but with more skill his arm
2620|Gave way before the breast, and with his bow
2620|Drawn rushes to the ground; the haughty youths
2620|Stood quailing at the sight, they fear'd the God,
2620|And back their weapons drew. Euph
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, as he trotted down the stair.
610|Then rode the knight the second over all,
610|And, riding from the castle, drove amain
610|Three knights until he smote them on the throng
610|Of all Sir Bedivere. He greeted them,
610|And said, 'Sir King, bethink thee now of that
610|If thou refuse the knightly knight to go
610|And leave him dead, I will not be his wife:
610|Let both be numbered; therefore I remain
610|Alone, nor any whit my heart displease.'
610|'Yea, sir, and I will promise thou no less
610|Never, but help me now,' said Lamorak--
610|'Thine oath would break it.' --Then they rode away,
610|Led by the damsel, on their steeds, and passed
610|Perchance, as lightly mounted as the wind
610|That wakes in the high west. They towards the main
610|Of the high-bounding mainland, up to the light
610|Of the proud heights, found Eldorado then,
610|And for a while the long dune of the land
610|Lay in the sea, and sundered into seas:
610|And all day long he loitered on the sea;
610|Then sank his helmet, shield, in hand, they past.
610|He set himself before the ship, and past
610|For ever, pondering on the wasted waste.
610|And while his eyes upon the island stood,
610|He turned to find the foe. And all night long
610|They laboured, waiting neither light nor rest.
610|From that deep gorge of sands, to that tall crest,
610|He sent before the Queen the stranger knight,
610|In haste to stand; and, sitting down at length,
610|Asked of Sir Bedivere, a little white,
610|Why he should tarry there until the light
610|Showed from the wave that damsel's armour rent:
610|'A little while, and I will tell them all,
610|Though from the world no more thou wilt return.
610|I fear thee, and am overworn with fear,
610|Seeing I have no hate to take thy part.'
610|Here in the scabbard of the ship he cried,
610|'O Queen, the long and bitter journey thine!
610|This helm, thou seest, but one sword thou art sure,
610|I swear to be thy knight without a peer;
610|Be sure Sir Bedivere is of a knight
610|Who hath the force to lay his spear betimes,
610|And slay the son of Lancelot on the sea.
610|But say, if not to harry thee the man
610|Who hath this sword and armour, shalt thou be
610|In knighthood knight and juster than the rest:
610|And thereon shall I meet the first of these
610|To vouch an onset against noble Tor,
610|And be it mine the glory to remain.'
610|'Yea, if that thou will shew my own, my queen,
610|I promise it; and I will strip the mail
610|From off thy helm, and bring my fairest prize
610|Beneath thy father's knees.' 'Nay, but deem not so,'
610|Said Bedivere; and all the maidens swooned.
610|All night the heralds waited yet for each
610|To rise aboard that galleys of the King,
610|And of the stormy damsels there to bare
610|The body of the slain. In none were they
610|The cravens but a little space to spare.
610|So for that night the Queen must ride away.
610|Then said Sir Bedivere, 'My lords, I trow,
610|To-morrow thou wilt bring me hither weal
610|To-morrow for the goodly horse of France;
610|And I will give thee horse and armour for it:
610|I am the Queen of all the lands this night,
610|And I will send it to thy tower, and be
610|A shield to guard the beauty of thy limbs.'
610|Then said the first, 'Let go, my king, and bring
610|To thee the helm from off the balcony,
610|And carry thou thine armour to the tower,
610|And lay it in my mother's breast, and take,
610|My love, thy shield
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, and what they were they had to do.
39784|"I tell you, Sir, I'm very proud of you
39784|For your two sons; but go take all your blows,
39784|And come to your father's house again;
39784|For if my father loves you more than I,
39784|We can't do what no father would do then."
39784|"Mother dear, will you go back to Cadiz,
39784|And visit our children once more?"
39784|"No, my dear, I will not, I own not;
39784|We've been children without you at school,
39784|But we never found one that had more love
39784|Than itself, and a bigger boy I've got;
39784|And we never did one another know,
39784|For we're all of us getting to go together."
39784|So they went to Cadiz, and to me
39784|Were the beautiful ladies and lords of Cadiz;
39784|But Cadiz didn't like them at all,
39784|For she bade him "Run quick and call,"
39784|With his beautiful eyes like a lamb.
39784|"You are welcome, I say, and most gladly I'll say
39784|That your children are all looking up at you;
39784|But for all they're a-playing the boys with me,
39784|I guess it is not for nothing you're free.
39784|"And you're telling me all you know,
39784|That your children are all in a beautiful ring,
39784|That a king or a queen can have no more kings than anything
39784|But a king or a queen can have a kingdom and crown."
39784|"Yes, I say by my troth," said the king,
39784|"And I'm glad that your children are so tall."
39784|"But I'm glad that your children are so big,
39784|And you'll be entertaining a lady like me;
39784|For that little yellow hen-coop that you see
39784|Has not been given to hay and straw,
39784|And it isn't the croak of the egg-plant,
39784|But the little yellow hen-coop that you see,
39784|And you'll have to be bringing a dish as of old
39784|For every little gold piece of the hen--
39784|If the darlings come up from the land
39784|Like this, I'll be bringing them up to a feast.
39784|For I know a people of every class,
39784|Not the least,
39784|Have been taught by me,
39784|As they sat themselves down in the sun,
39784|Singing, going, going,
39784|A-fishing,
39784|Shooting, fishing,
39784|One another calling each other.
39784|Every day has its task to do;
39784|I have plenty to do,
39784|And I'm grateful to all that I can do,
39784|For I have plenty to do.
39784|I have plenty to come at night,
39784|To eat and rejoice with my light;
39784|I have but three days of the day,
39784|And that's all that I can do
39784|To go and see the wonderful town
39784|That holds the baby so dear,
39784|With both her eyes and her ears,
39784|And the plump, soft head of a deer
39784|And the little brown head of a deer.
39784|And now I'll be going afar,
39784|To seek for some other dear,
39784|And I'll think all that I have,
39784|As I sat with my head down-whiskered,
39784|And I never could get one,
39784|All my work done,
39784|Or taken the brush to clean it;
39784|I thought with my eyes close glistened,
39784|I wished while I could,
39784|Some one came and took the brush off.
39784|And then the brush was gone,
39784|The top was wet,
39784|And I lay and dreamed on it,
39784|Till I woke up, and was glad,
39784|And it's twelve long years, and it's twelve long years,
39784|Oh! the times when our dear friend was away.
39784|
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and the black-bird's strain!
1333|Then, sweet heart, whisper, sweetheart,
1333|"Thou art sweet, but thy love is vain."
1333|I do love thee, my love,
1333|In a word, in a song,
1333|With the heart and the will,
1333|And the power of my heart;
1333|The power of my whole
1333|Of the poet's soul,
1333|And the heart and the soul!
1333|As the winds take the leaves
1333|As the flowers take the flowers,
1333|As the floods take the dew,
1333|As the salt runs in floods,
1333|As the salt runs in floods,
1333|As the snow in the seas,
1333|As the rain in the logs,
1333|As the wind comes and goes,
1333|As the sleet in the coppice,
1333|As the snow in the coppice,
1333|As the snow in the bogland,
1333|As the hail in the river,
1333|As the snow in the river,
1333|As the snow in the county,
1333|As the snow in the county,
1333|As the snow in the county,
1333|As the rain in the vale.
1333|As the stars take the dew,
1333|As the sparks fly from eye,
1333|As the sparks fly,
1333|So the hand of my heart
1333|As the heart of my art
1333|As the tongue of my lips,
1333|As the heart of my heart
1333|As the flame in the eye.
1333|I sing the loveliest things that are forgotten;
1333|I start at times, and know it is not here;
1333|Then tell me, Soul, how art thou on the wind,
1333|That o'er the mountain tops its spirit flings,
1333|And makes it music?--Birds and floating things
1333|That linger, sporting on the river's breast,
1333|Are all my Memory, and I would I knew
1333|If I had never lived, and lived a while ago.
1333|I am the Wind, and in the world-old days,
1333|I make my mouthed songs with my wildest woe;
1333|I am the Wind and in the summer-time
1333|The leaves drop, and the flowers droop and die,
1333|And in the winter's snow the leaves droop and fall,
1333|And the wild winds, like demons from the hell,
1333|With moaning shrieks, and screams of children, call.
1333|I am the Wind, and in the summer-time
1333|I make my mouthed songs with my wildest woe,
1333|And in the winter's snow the birds fly forth,
1333|And in the summer-time the leaves droop and wince,
1333|And the wild winds, like a delirious child,
1333|With their sweet voices cry, "Why do we roam,
1333|To spoil the loveliest things that ever were?
1333|What is this wind-swept rivulet mixt with these?"
1333|I am the Wind, and in the summer-time
1333|I make my mouthed songs with my wildest woe.
1333|As I have often been, so let it be,
1333|The Wind, the Fire, and the Wind's voice of me.
1333|Listen, I will tell you a story of the girl
1333|Whose hair was like a golden glory in the sky.
1333|In the first hour of Spring, when nets no more invite
1333|To greedy birds, and deer, and fallow fowls on high,
1333|I heard a strange voice, whispering in my ear
1333|Some old, sweet song of long ago, long gone,
1333|Singing a long-gone Summer; yet e'en now
1333|I seem to hear it singing, and its voice is strange.
1333|Listen, I will tell you a story of the girl
1333|Whose hair was like a golden glory in the sky.
1333|"We loved," she sang, "love," but it needed her no more
1333|Than the cold leaden spell that knit my heart and
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, he has had to sing a psalm
36661|That makes the world grow merry.--Come
36661|And lay thy silver finger on
36661|His mouth.
36661|For him there is no morning star;
36661|For him there is no morrow;
36661|For him there is no dawn, no morn,
36661|For him there is no morrow.
36661|Go down, and fetch the waxen doves
36661|To his old bowels, and their loves
36661|For him with sweet and secret lips,
36661|And sweet and soft caresses.
36661|For him there are no dawning hopes,
36661|No fears, no fancies, no desires,
36661|No dreams, no wishes, empty doves
36661|And hopeless dreams,--'twere all his life
36661|In that still room where mirth and strife
36661|Are one consuming fire.
36661|The music of the spring is stilled,
36661|The noisy mowers go their rounds,
36661|The green fields quiver where are killed
36661|The humming-birds.
36661|The day is full of hours
36661|With fruit and flower and fruit;
36661|But though his heart be stilled,
36661|And death be close at hand,
36661|There is no day for him
36661|But one day for the land.
36661|His dreams are of the past
36661|For him there is no morn,
36661|The bells may ring his name
36661|And all may sing him sleeping,
36661|But though his life be stilled,
36661|There is no day for him.
36661|The golden-rod is wet,
36661|The night is very great;
36661|And though his heart be glad
36661|And life is very great--
36661|Dost thou remember when,
36661|Dost thou forget?
36661|The gold is in the moon,
36661|The morn is gray.
36661|The world grows troubled,
36661|The world grows old.
36661|The hours will not be few,
36661|The hours that hold
36661|The treasure,
36661|Are wan and cold.
36661|O weary heart, hast thou not said it?
36661|And are thy thoughts so strong?
36661|Is life so lorn?--
36661|Nay! nay! I have seen
36661|Thy tireless wings.
36661|Weary and spent in battle, go thou toil,
36661|Thou canst not win the boon that once was thine:
36661|The cup that once was bright is bitter now,
36661|And sadder than thy own shall be the wine,
36661|And I shall find the same, and I shall serve,
36661|And by my bed will stand, and I shall give,
36661|And bring a purple cup, and I shall be
36661|Made white and round, and I shall touch thy feet,
36661|And he shall be a white lily at thy feet.
36661|I feel the pathos growing
36661|Across my path,
36661|Like leaves of Autumn blowing
36661|In a windy day;
36661|But the way is steep and stony,
36661|And the burden deep,--
36661|Dreams that mock the sunsets blowing;
36661|And the twilight gray.
36661|I met pale Lisette moving
36661|From out the rain,
36661|At the door of his palace
36661|Lean'd she,--she had it in her
36661|That last sad night
36661|Of all love's martyrdoms;--she had it in her hand,
36661|And in her eyes a soul more pure than in
36661|The blue of some far mountain stream: she held
36661|The golden apple from my heart. I felt
36661|My lips would rock among their blossoms white,
36661|And in a voice through mistier shadows speak
36661|The music that once made them pale and weak.
36661|I felt she loved it better than all love,
36661|And in her eyes a star. I had to stand
36661|And touch her heart once more, and feel it move
36661|Into my soul like a swift river's strand,
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|On the breast of night-cold marble,
1365|When the sky is black with night,
1365|When--in the grave--the moonbeam
1365|Brightens over with a light,
1365|And the moon rises slowly
1365|In the east.
1365|Gently, gently, dreamily
1365|We have drifted on
1365|To the calm of death;
1365|And the moon swells slowly…[File truncated due to length; see original file]…