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Calm is the morn without a sound, Calm as to suit a calmer grief, And only thro’ the faded leafThe chestnut pattering to the ground: Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the…
I hear the noise about thy keel; I hear the bell struck in the night: I see the cabin-window bright;I see the sailor at the wheel. Thou bring’st the sailor to his wife, And travell’d men from foreign lands; And letters unto trembling hands;And, thy dark freight,…
Fair ship, that from the Italian shore Sailest the placid ocean-plains With my lost Arthur’s loved remains,Spread thy full wings, and waft him o’er. So draw him home to those that mourn In vain; a favourable speed Ruffle thy mirror’d mast, and leadThro’ prosperous floods…
A happy lover who has come To look on her that loves him well, Who ‘lights and rings the gateway bell,And learns her gone and far from home; He saddens, all the magic light Dies off at once from bower and hall, And all the…
One writes, that `Other friends remain,’ That `Loss is common to the race’— And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain. That loss is common would not make My own less bitter,…
To Sleep I give my powers away; My will is bondsman to the dark; I sit within a helmless bark,And with my heart I muse and say: O heart, how fares it with thee now, That thou should fail from…
I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stonesOf their dead selves to higher things. But who shall so forecast the years And find in loss a gain to match? Or reach…
O, were I loved as I desire to be!What is there in the great sphere of the earth,Or range of evil between death and birth,That I should fear, — if I were loved by thee!All the inner, all the outer…
O true and tried, so well and long, Demand not thou a marriage lay; In that it is thy marriage day Is music more than any song. Nor have I felt so much of bliss Since first he told me…