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I’ll keep a little tavern Below the high hill’s crest,Wherein all grey-eyed people May set them down and rest.There shall be plates a-plenty, And mugs to melt the chillOf all the grey-eyed people Who happen up the hill.There sound will…
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This has neither wax nor wane, Neither stop nor start.People dress and go to town; I sit in my chair.All my thoughts…
I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun!I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one.I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes,Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise.And when lights begin…
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide grey skies! Thy mists, that roll and rise!Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sagAnd all but cry with colour! That gaunt cragTo crush! To lift the…
“Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more!Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore!And all for a pledge that was not pledged by me,I have kissed thy crust and eaten sparinglyThat I might eat again,…
The room is full of you!—As I came inAnd closed the door behind me, all at onceA something in the air, intangible,Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!—Sharp, unfamiliar odors have destroyedEach other room’s dear personality.The heavy scent of…
All I could see from where I stoodWas three long mountains and a wood;I turned and looked another way,And saw three islands in a bay.So with my eyes I traced the lineOf the horizon, thin and fine,Straight around till I…
In trees still dripping night some nameless birdsWoke, shook out their arrowy wings, and sang,Slowly, like finches sifting through a dream.The pink sun fell, like glass, into the fields.Two chestnuts, and a dapple gray,Their shoulders wet with light, their dark…
The deed took all my heart.I did not think of you,Not till the thing was done.I put my sword away,And then no more the coldAnd perfect fury ranAlong my narrow bones,And then no more the blackAnd dripping corridorsHeld anywhere the…
On winter’s margin, see the small birds nowWith half-forged memories come flocking homeTo gardens famous for their charity.The green globe’s broken; vines like tangled veinsHang at the entrance to the silent wood. With half a loaf, I am the prince…