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Forever over now, forever, forever goneThat day. Clear and diminished like a sceneCarven in cameo, the lighthouse, and the cove betweenThe sandy cliffs, and the boat drawn up on the beach;And the long skirt of a lady innocent and young,Her…
Pile high the hickory and the lightLog of chestnut struck by the blight.Welcome in the winter night. The day has gone in hewing and felling,Sawing and drawing wood to the dwellingFor the night of talk and story-telling. These are the…
Over and over I have heard,As now I hear it,Your voice harsh and light as the scratching of dry leaves over the hard ground,Your voice forever assailed and shaken by the wind from the islandOf illustrious living and dead, that…
Do you recall how we sat by the smokily-burningTwisted odourous trunk of the olive-tree,In the inn on the cliff, and skinned the ripe green figs,And heard the white sirocco driving in the sea? The thunder and the smother there where…
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.…
Twice having seen your shingled heads adorableSide by side, the onyx and the gold,I know that I have had what I could not hold.Twice have I entered the room, not knowing she was here.Two agate eyes, two eyes of malachite,Twice…
Shall I despise you that your colourless tears Made rainbows in your lashes, and you forgot to weep? Would we were half so wise, that eke a grief out By sitting in the dark, until we fall asleep. I only…
All men are lonely now.This is the hour when no man has a friend.Memory and Faith suspendFrom their spread wings above a cool abyss.All friendships end. He that lay awakeAll nightFor sweet love’s unregenerate sake,Sleeps in the grey light. The…
Cruel of heart, lay down my song.Your reading eyes have done me wrong.Not for you was the pen bitten,And the mind wrung, and the song written.
I shall be treading surelyMorning and noon and night until I die.Stained with these grapes I shall lie down to die. If you would speak with me on any matter,At any time, come where these grapes are grown;And you will…