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Sound the deep waters:—Who shall sound that deep?—Too short the plummet,And the watchmen sleep.Some dream of effortUp a toilsome steep;Some dream of pasture groundsFor harmless sheep. White shapes flit to and froFrom mast to mast;They feel the distant tempestThat nears…
O gate of death, of the blessed night, That shall open not again On this world of shame and sorrow, Where slow ages wax and wane, Where are signs and seasons, days and nights, And mighty winds and rain.Is the…
A Bruised Reed Shall He Not BreakI will accept thy will to do and be, Thy hatred and intolerance of sin, Thy will at least to love, that burns within And thirsteth after Me:So will I render fruitful, blessing still,…
Advent ‘Come,’ Thou dost say to Angels,To blessed Spirits, ‘Come’:‘Come,’ to the lambs of Thine own flock,Thy little ones, ‘Come home.’ ‘Come,’ from the many-mansioned houseThe gracious word is sent;‘Come,’ from the ivory palacesUnto the Penitent. O Lord, restore us…
I said of laughter: it is vain. Of mirth I said: what profits it? Therefore I found a book, and writTherein how ease and also pain,How health and sickness, every oneIs vanity beneath the sun.Man walks in a vain shadow;…
Vanity of vanities, the Preacher saith, All things are vanity. The eye and ear Cannot be filled with what they see and hear.Like early dew, or like the sudden breathOf wind, or like the grass that withereth, Is man, tossed…
The sweetest blossoms die. And so it was that, going day by day Unto the church to praise and pray,And crossing the green churchyard thoughtfully, I saw how on the graves the flowers Shed their fresh leaves in showers,And how…
A Sonnet of SonnetsBeatrice, immortalized by “altissimo poeta . . . cotantoamante;” Laura, celebrated by a great though an inferior bard,—havealike paid the exceptional penalty of exceptional honor,and have come down to us resplendent with charms, but (atleast, to my…
Morning and eveningMaids heard the goblins cry:“Come buy our orchard fruits,Come buy, come buy:Apples and quinces,Lemons and oranges,Plump unpeck’d cherries,Melons and raspberries,Bloom-down-cheek’d peaches,Swart-headed mulberries,Wild free-born cranberries,Crab-apples, dewberries,Pine-apples, blackberries,Apricots, strawberries;—All ripe togetherIn summer weather,—Morns that pass by,Fair eves that fly;Come buy,…
(Written to Bouts-rimes) She turned round to me with her steadfast eyes.“I tell you I have looked upon the dead;Have kissed the brow and the cold lips,” she said;“Have called upon the sleeper to arise.He loved me, yet he stirred…