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In Springtime when the leaves are young,Clear dewdrops gleam like jewels, hungOn boughs the fair birds roost among. When Summer comes with sweet unrest,Birds weary of their mother’s breast,And look abroad and leave the nest. In Autumn ere the waters…
Sleep little Baby, sleep;The holy Angels love thee,And guard thy bed, and keepA blessed watch above thee.No spirit can come nearNor evil beast to harm thee:Sleep, Sweet, devoid of fearWhere nothing need alarm thee. The Love which doth not sleep,The…
They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves,And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay;While my soul, love-bound, loitered on its way.I did not hear the birds about the eaves,Nor hear the reapers talk among the sheaves:Only…
In my cottage near the StyxCo. and Charon still combineUs to ferry o’er like bricksIn a boat of chaste design.Cerberus, thou triple fair,Distance doth thy charms impair :Let the passage give to usCharon, Co., and Cerberus. ChorusNow the passage gives…
Strengthening as secret manna,Fostering as clouds above,Kind as a hovering dove,Full as a plenteous river,Our glory and our bannerFor ever and for ever. Dear as a dying cadenceOf music in the drowsy night:Fair as the flowers which maidensPluck for an…
An easy lazy length of limb,Dark eyes and features from the South,A short-legged meditative pipeSet in a supercilious mouth :Ink and a pen and papers laidDown on a table for the night,Beside a semi-dozing manWho wakes to go to bed…
The shadows gather round me, while you are in the sun:My day is almost ended, but yours is just begun:The winds are singing to us both and the streams are singing still,And they fill your heart with music, but mine…
A windy shell singing upon the shore: A lily budding in a desert place; Blooming alone With no companion To praise its perfect perfume and its grace: A rose crimson and blushing at the core, Hedged in with thorns behind…
The wind shall lull us yet,The flowers shall spring above us:And those who hate forget,And those forget who love us. The pulse of hope shall cease,Of joy and of regretting:We twain shall sleep in peace,Forgotten and forgetting. For us no…
“I thought your search was over.”—”So I thought.”“But you are seeking still.”—”Yes, even so:Still seeking in mine own despite belowThat which in heaven alone is found unsought:Still spending for that thing which is not bought.”“Then chase no more this shifting…