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One face looks out from all his canvases,One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:We found her hidden just behind those screens,That mirror gave back all her loveliness.A queen in opal or in ruby dress,A nameless girl in freshest summer-greens,A…
Three sang of love together: one with lips Crimson, with cheeks and bosom in a glow,Flushed to the yellow hair and finger-tips; And one there sang who soft and smooth as snow Bloomed like a tinted hyacinth at a show;And…
Sweet blackbird is silenced with chaffinch and thrush,Only waistcoated robin still chirps in the bush:Soft sun-loving swallows have mustered in force,And winged to the spice-teaming southlands their course. Plump housekeeper dormouse has tucked himself neat,Just a brown ball in moss…
‘Oh, sad thy lot before I came, But sadder when I go;My presence but a flash of flame, A transitory glow Between two barren wastes like snow.What wilt thou do when I am gone, Where wilt thou rest, my dear?For…
She was most like a rose when it flushes rarest,She was most like a lily when it blows fairest,She was most like a violet sweetest on the bank :Now she’s only like the snow, cold and blank, After the sun…
I wish we once were wedded,—then I must be true;You should hold my will in yours to do or to undo:But now I hate myself Eva when I look at you. You have seen her hazel eyes, her warm dark…
Is Love so prone to change and rotWe are fain to rear Forget-me-notBy measure in a garden-plot?— I love its growth at large and freeBy untrod path and unlopped tree,Or nodding by the unpruned hedge,Or on the water’s dangerous edgeWhere…
Sleep, unforgotten sorrow, sleep awhile :Make even awhile as though I might forget;Let the wound staunch thy tedious fingersTill once again I look abroad and smile,Warmed in the sunlight : let no tears defileThis hour’s content, no conscious thorns besetMy…
When my love came home to me,Pleasant summer bringing,Every tree was out in leaf,Every bird was singing. There I met her in the laneBy those waters gleamy,Met her toward the fall of day,Warm and dear and dreamy.Did I loiter in…
I saw a bird alone,In its nest it sat alone,For its mate was dead or flownThough it was early Spring.Hard by were buds half-blown,With cornfields freshly sown:It could only perch and moanThat used to sing:Droop in sorrow left alone:A sad…