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Where sunless rivers weepTheir waves into the deep,She sleeps a charmed sleep:Awake her not.Led by a single star,She came from very farTo seek where shadows areHer pleasant lot. She left the rosy morn,She left the fields of corn,For twilight cold…
A night was near, a day was near; Between a day and nightI heard sweet voices calling clear, Calling me:I heard a whirr of wing on wing, But could not see the sight;I long to see my birds that sing,—…
Lo! newborn Jesus Soft and weak and small,Wrapped in baby’s bands By his mother’s hands, Lord God of all.Lord God of Mary, Whom his lips caress.While He rocks to rest On her milky breast In helplessness.Lord God of shepherds Flocking…
1.The irresponsive silence of the land, The irresponsive sounding of the sea, Speak both one message of one sense to me:–Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so standThou too aloof bound with the flawless band Of inner solitude; we bind not…
Inner not outer, without gnash of teeth Or weeping, save quiet sobs of some who pray And feel the Everlasting Arms beneath,—Blackness of darkness this, but not for aye; Darkness that even in gathering fleeteth fast, Blackness of blackest darkness…
“Thou whom I love, for whom I died, Lovest thou Me, My bride?”—Low on my knees I love Thee, Lord, Believed in and adored.”That I love thee the proof is plain: How dost thou love again?”—In prayer, in toil, in…
Is this the Face that thrills with awe Seraphs who veil their face above?Is this the Face without a flaw, The Face that is the Face of Love?Yea, this defaced, a lifeless clod, Hath all creation’s love sufficed,Hath satisfied the…
Lord, I am waiting, weeping, watching for Thee: My youth and hope lie by me buried and dead, My wandering love hath not where to lay its head Except Thou say “Come to Me.”My noon is ended, abolished from life…
Wearied of sinning, wearied of repentance, Wearied of self, I turn, my God, to Thee;To Thee, my Judge, on Whose all-righteous sentence Hangs mine eternity:I turn to Thee, I plead Thyself with Thee,— Be pitiful to me.Wearied I loathe myself,…
…”Una selva oscura.”—Dante.Awake or sleeping (for I know not which) I was or was not mazed within a wood Where every mother-bird brought up her brood Safe in some leafy nicheOf oak or ash, of cypress or of beech,Of silvery…