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All men are lonely now.This is the hour when no man has a friend.Memory and Faith suspendFrom their spread wings above a cool abyss.All friendships end. He that lay awakeAll nightFor sweet love’s unregenerate sake,Sleeps in the grey light. The…
Cruel of heart, lay down my song.Your reading eyes have done me wrong.Not for you was the pen bitten,And the mind wrung, and the song written.
I shall be treading surelyMorning and noon and night until I die.Stained with these grapes I shall lie down to die. If you would speak with me on any matter,At any time, come where these grapes are grown;And you will…
Before the cock in the barnyard spoke,Before it well was day,Horror like a serpent from about the Hangman’s OakUncoiled and slid away. Pity and Peace were on the limbThat bore such bitter fruit.Deep he lies, the desperate blood of himBefriends…
Let us abandon then our gardens and go homeAnd sit in the sitting-roomShall the larkspur blossom or the corn grow under this cloud?Sour to the fruitful seedIs the cold earth under this cloud,Fostering quack and weed, we have marched upon…
I would to God I were quenched and fedAs in my youthFrom the flask of song, and the good breadOf beauty richer than truth. The anguish of the world is on my tongue.My bowl is filled to the brim with…
White sky, over the hemlocks bowed with snow,Saw you not at the beginning of evening the antlered buck and his doeStanding in the apple-orchard? I saw them. I saw them suddenly go,Tails up, with long leaps lovely and slow,Over the…
Well I remember the pigeons in the sunny arbourBeyond your open door;How they conversed throughout the afternoon in their monotonous voices never for a moment still;Always of yesterday they spoke, and of the days before,Rustling the vine-leaves, twitching the dark…
Now let forever the phlox and the rose be tendedHere where the rain has darkened and the sun has driedSo many times the terrace, yet is love unended, Love has not died.Let here no seed of a season, that the…
These hills, to hurt me more,That am hurt already enough,—Having left the sea behind,Having turned suddenly and left the shoreThat I had loved beyond all words, even a song’s words, toconvey, And built me a house on upland acres,Sweet with…