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Up-Hill 

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.Will the day’s journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend.But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow…

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand,Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.Remember me when no more day by day You…

Summer Is Ended

To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose, Scentless, colourless, this! Will it ever be thus (who knows?) Thus with our bliss, If we wait till the close?Tho’ we care not to wait for the end, there comes…

One Sea-Side Grave

Unmindful of the roses, Unmindful of the thorn,A reaper tired reposes Among his gathered corn: So might I, till the morn!Cold as the cold Decembers, Past as the days that set,While only one remembers And all the rest forget,— But…

Confluents

As rivers seek the sea, Much more deep than they,So my soul seeks thee Far away:As running rivers moanOn their course alone So I moan Left alone.As the delicate rose To the sun’s sweet strengthDoth herself unclose, Breadth and length:So…

Love Lies Bleeding

Love that is dead and buried, yesterday Out of his grave rose up before my face, No recognition in his look, no traceOf memory in his eyes dust-dimmed and grey.While I, remembering, found no word to say, But felt my…

An Immurata Sister

Life flows down to death; we cannot bind That current that it should not flee:Life flows down to death, as rivers find The inevitable sea.Men work and think, but women feel; And so (for I’m a woman, I) And so…

Twice

I took my heart in my hand (O my love, O my love),I said: Let me fall or stand, Let me live or die,But this once hear me speak (O my love, O my love)—Yet a woman’s words are weak;…

What Would I Give?

What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through,Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do;Hard and cold and small, of all hearts the worst of all. What would I give for words, if…