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I sought among the living, and I seekAmong the dead, for some to love ; but fewI found at last, and those had quite run throughTheir store of love; and friendship is too weak,Too cold for me ; yet will…
I said within myself: “I am a foolTo sigh ever for that which being goneCannot return: the sun shines as it shone ;Rejoice.”—But who can be made glad by rule?My heart and soul and spirit are no toolTo play with…
Wouldst thou give me a heavy jewelled crownAnd purple mantle and embroidered vest?Dear Child, the colours of the glorious WestAre far more gorgeous when the sun sinks down.The diadem would only make me frownWith its own weight ; nay give…
I sit among green shady valleys oft, Listening to echo-winds sighing of woe; The grass and flowers are strong and sweet below;Yea I am tired, and the smooth turf is soft.I sit and think, and never look aloft, Save to…
A mid the shades of a deserted hall I stand and think on much that hath been lost. How long it is since other step has crostThis time-worn floor! This tapestry is allWorm-eaten ; and these columns rise up tall…
I do not look for love that is a dream— I only seek for courage to be still; To bear my grief with an unbending will,And when I am a-weary not to seem.Let the round world roll on; let the…
She sat alway thro’ the long daySpinning the weary thread away;And ever said in undertone:‘Come, that I be no more alone.’From early dawn to set of sunWorking, her task was still undone;And the long thread seemed to increaseEven while she…
Woe for the young who say that life is long, Who turn from the sun-rising to the West, Who feel no pleasure and can find no rest,Who in the morning sigh for evensong.Their hearts, weary because of this world’s wrong,…
What rider spurs him from the darkening eastAs from a forest, and with rapid poundOf hooves, now light, now louder on hard ground,Approaches, and rides past with speed increased,Dark spots and flecks of foam upon his beast?What shouts he from…
Felicity of Grief!—even Death being kind,Reminding us how much we dared to love!There, once, the challenge lay,—like a light gloveDropped as through carelessness—easy to findMeans and excuse for being somewhat blindJust at that moment; and why bend above,Take up, such…