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Only the hands are living; to the wheel attracted, Are moved as deer trek desperately towards a creek Through the dust and scrub of the desert, or gently As sunflowers turn to the light. And, as the night takes up…
O Love, the interest itself in thoughtless Heaven, Make simpler daily the beating of man’s heart; within, There in the ring where name and image meet, Inspire them with such a longing as will make his thought Alive like patterns…
O had his mother, near her time, been praying Up to her crucifix and prayed too long? Until exhausted she grew stiff like wood; The future of herself hung dangerous and heavy From her uprightness like a malefactor, And in…
Now from my window-sill I watch the night, The church clock’s yellow face, the green pier light Burn for a new imprudent year; The silence buzzes in my ear; The jets in both the dormitories are out. Under the darkness…
Not from this life, not from this life is any To keep; sleep, day and play would not help there Dangerous to new ghost; new ghost learns from many Learns from old timers what death is, where. Who’s jealous of…
Please Make Yourself at Home Not as that dream Napoleon, rumour’s dread and centre, Before whose riding all the crowds divide, Who dedicates a column and withdraws, Not as that general favourite and breezy visitor To whom the weather and…
To A Cat Cat! who hast pass’d thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy’d? — How many tidbits stolen? Gaze With those bright languid segments green, and prick Those velvet ears — but pr’ythee…
On Oxford The Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric column Supports an old bishop and crosier; The mouldering arch, Shaded o’er by a larch Stands next door to Wilson the Hosier. Vice — that is, by turns, — The black…
Brother belov’d if health shall smile again, Upon this wasted form and fever’d cheek: If e’er returning vigour bid these weak And languid limbs their gladsome strength regain, Well may thy brow the placid glow retain Of sweet content and…
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs, Or else forget the purpose of the night, Forget their tea — forget their appetite. See with cross’d arms they sit — ah!…