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Being Young and Green, I said in love’s despite:Never in the world will I to living wightGive over, air my mindTo anyone,Hang out its ancient secrets in the strong windTo be shredded and faded. . . . Oh, me, invadedAnd…
There at dusk I found you, walking and weepingUpon the broken flags,Where at dusk the dumb white nicotine awakes and utters her fragranceIn a garden sleeping. Looking askance you said:Love is dead. Under our eyes without warning softly the summer…
O mind, beset by music never for a moment quiet,—The wind at the flue, the wind strumming the shutter;The soft, antiphonal speech of the doubled brook, never for a moment quiet;The rush of the rain against the glass, his voice…
Where is he now, in his soiled shirt reeking of garlic,Sculling his sampan home, and night approaching fast—The red sail hanging wrinkled on the bamboo mast;Where is he now, I shall remember my whole life longWith love and praise, for…
April again in Avrillé,And the brown lark in air.And you and I a world apart,That walked together there. The cuckoo spoke from out of the wood,The lark from out the sky.Embraced upon the highway stoodLove-sick you and I. The rosy…
Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sunThat will not rise again.Today has seen the setting, in your eyes cold and senseless as the sea,Of friendship better than bread, and of bright charityThat lifts a man a…
Between the red-top and the rye, Between the buckwheat and the corn, The ploughman sees with sullen eye The hawkweed licking at the sky: Three level acres all forlorn, Unfertile, sour, outrun, outworn, Free as the day that they were…
Black bird scuddingUnder the rainy sky,How wet your wings must be!And your small head how sleek and cold with water.Oh, Bobolink, ‘tis you!Over the buffeted orchard in the summer draught,Chuckling and singing, charging the rainy cloud,A little bird gone daft,A…
Shelter this candle from the wind.Hold it steady. In its lightThe cave wherein we wander lostGlitters with frosty stalactite,Blossoms with mineral rose and lotus,Sparkles with crystal moon and star,Till a man would rather be lost than found:We have forgotten where…
Gone, gone again is Summer the lovely,She that knew not where to hide,Is gone again like a jeweled fish from the hand,Is lost on every side. Mute, mute, I make my way to the garden,Thither where she last was seen;The…