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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…
To-night ungather’d let us leave This laurel, let this holly stand: We live within the stranger’s land, And strangely falls our Christmas-eve. Our father’s dust is left alone And silent under other snows: There in due time the woodbine…
That which we dare invoke to bless; Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt; He, They, One, All; within, without; The Power in darkness whom we guess; I found Him not in world or sun, Or eagle’s wing, or insect’s…
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, O Priestess in the vaults of Death, O sweet and bitter in a breath,What whispers from thy lying lip?“The stars,” she whispers, “blindly run; A web is wov’n across the sky; …
Dark house, by which once more I standHere in the long unlovely street,Doors, where my heart was used to beatSo quickly, waiting for a hand,A hand that can be clasp’d no moreBehold me, for I cannot sleep,And like a guilty…
Is it, then, regret for buried time That keenlier in sweet April wakes, And meets the year, and gives and takesThe colours of the crescent prime?Not all: the songs, the stirring air, The life re-orient out of dust, Cry thro’…
I wage not any feud with DeathFor changes wrought on form and face;No lower life that earth’s embraceMay breed with him, can fright my faith. Eternal process moving on,From state to state the spirit walks;And these are but the shatter’d…
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,O Priestess in the vaults of Death,O sweet and bitter in a breath,What whispers from thy lying lip? “The stars,” she whispers, “blindly run;A web is wov’n across the sky;From out waste places comes a cry,And murmurs…
I envy not in any moodsThe captive void of noble rage,The linnet born within the cage,That never knew the summer woods: I envy not the beast that takesHis license in the field of time,Unfetter’d by the sense of crime,To whom…
O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock, Flow thro’ our deeds and make them pure, That we may lift from out of dust …