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West Country Song

Sun came up, bigger than all my sorrow;Lark in air so high, and his song clean through me. Now comes night, hushing the lark in’s furrow, And the rain falls fine.What have I done with what was dearest to me?Thatch…

The Plum Gatherer

The angry nettle and the mildGrew together under the blue plum-trees.I could not tell as a childWhich was my friend of these. Always the angry nettle in the skirt of his sisterCaught my wrist that reached over the ground,Where alike…

Counting-Out Rhyme

Silver bark of beech, and sallowBark of yellow birch and yellow Twig of willow.Stripe of green in moosewood maple,Colour seen in leaf of apple, Bark of popple.Wood of popple pale as moonbeam,Wood of oak for yoke and barn-beam, Wood of…

Winter Night

Forever over now, forever, forever goneThat day. Clear and diminished like a sceneCarven in cameo, the lighthouse, and the cove betweenThe sandy cliffs, and the boat drawn up on the beach;And the long skirt of a lady innocent and young,Her…

Winter Night

Pile high the hickory and the lightLog of chestnut struck by the blight.Welcome in the winter night. The day has gone in hewing and felling,Sawing and drawing wood to the dwellingFor the night of talk and story-telling. These are the…

Portrait

Over and over I have heard,As now I hear it,Your voice harsh and light as the scratching of dry leaves over the hard ground,Your voice forever assailed and shaken by the wind from the islandOf illustrious living and dead, that…

Memory of Cassis

Do you recall how we sat by the smokily-burningTwisted odourous trunk of the olive-tree,In the inn on the cliff, and skinned the ripe green figs,And heard the white sirocco driving in the sea? The thunder and the smother there where…

Dirge Without Music

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.…

Evening on Lesbos

Twice having seen your shingled heads adorableSide by side, the onyx and the gold,I know that I have had what I could not hold.Twice have I entered the room, not knowing she was here.Two agate eyes, two eyes of malachite,Twice…

To a Young Girl

Shall I despise you that your colourless tearsMade rainbows in your lashes, and you forgot to weep?Would we were half so wise, that eke a grief outBy sitting in the dark, until we fall asleep. I only fear lest, being…