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I was a cottage-maidenHardened by sun and air,Contented with my cottage-mates,Not mindful I was fair.Why did a great lord find me outAnd praise my flaxen hair?Why did a great lord find me outTo fill my heart with care? He lured…
No hope in life : yet is there hopeIn death, the threshold of man’s scope.Man yearneth (as the heliotropeFor ever seeks the sun) through light,Through dark, for Love: all, read aright,Is Love, for Love is infinite.Shall not this infinite Love…
FatherIf underneath the waterYou comb your golden hairWith a golden comb, my daughter,Oh would that I were there!If underneath the waveYou fill a slimy grave,Would that I, who could not save,Might share. LoverIf my love Hero queens itIn summer Fairyland,What…
These days are long before I die: To sit alone upon a thorn Is what the nightingale forlornDoes night by night continually:She swells her heart to ecstasyUntil it bursts and she can die.These days are long that wane and wax:…
All the world is out in leaf,Half the world in flower,Earth has waited weeks and weeksFor this special hour:Faint the rainbow comes and goesOn a sunny shower. All the world is making love:Bird to bird in bushes,Beast to beast in…
First, last, and dearest,My love, mine own,Thee best beloved,Thee love alone,Once and for everSo love I thee. First as a suppliantLove makes his moan,Then as a monarchSets up his throne:Once and for ever—So love I thee.
One passed me like a flash of lightning by,To ring clear bells of heaven beyond the stars.Then said I: Wars and rumours of your warsAre dull with din of what and where and why:My heart is where these troubles draw…
Fragment I have a friend in ghostland—Early found, ah me how early lost!—Blood-red seaweeds drip along that coastlandBy the strong sea wrenched and tost. . . . . . . . . . If I wake he hunts me like…
Gazing through her chamber windowSits my soul’s dear soul:Looking northward, looking southward,Looking to the goal,Looking back without control. I have strewn thy path, beloved,With plumed meadowsweet,Iris and pale perfumed lilies,Roses most complete:Wherefore pause on listless feet? But she sits and…
I wish it were over the terrible pain,Pang after pang again and again;First the shattering ruining blow,Then the probing steady and slow. Did I wince? I did not faint:My soul broke but was not bent;Up I stand like a blasted…