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(Written to Bouts-rimes) She turned round to me with her steadfast eyes.“I tell you I have looked upon the dead;Have kissed the brow and the cold lips,” she said;“Have called upon the sleeper to arise.He loved me, yet he stirred…
Oh listen, listen, for the EarthHath silent melody:Green grasses are her lively chords,And blossoms: and each tree,Chestnut and oak and sycamore,Makes solemn harmony. Oh listen, listen, for the SeaIs calling unto us:Her notes are the broad liquid wavesMighty and glorious.Lo…
The stream moaneth as it floweth,The wind sigheth as it bloweth,Leaves are falling, Autumn goeth,Winter cometh back again;And the air is very chilly,And the country rough and hilly,And I shiver in the rain.Who will help me? who will love me?Heaven…
All through the livelong night I lay awake,Watering my couch with tears of heaviness.None stood beside me in my sore distress:—Then cried I to my heart: If thou wilt, break,But be thou still; no moaning will I make,Nor ask man’s…
In a far-distant land they dwell,Incomprehensible,Who love the shadow more than light,More than the sun the moon,Cool evening more than noon,Pale silver more than gold that glitters bright.A dark cloud overhangs their landLike a mighty hand,Never moving from above it;A…
Now the sunlit hours are o’er,Rise up from thy shadowy shore,Happy Night, whom Chaos bore. Better is the peaceful treasureOf thy musings without measureThan the day’s unquiet pleasure. Bring the holy moon; so paleShe herself seems but a veilFor the…
Hearth warm as summer, fresh as spring,Gracious as autumn’s harvesting,Pure as the winter’s snows; as whiteA hand as lilies in sunlight;Eyes glorious as a midnight star;Hair shining as the chestnuts are;A step firm and majestical;A voice singing and musical;A soft…
I gather thyme upon the sunny hills, And its pure fragrance ever gladdens me, And in my mind having tranquillityI smile to see how my green basket fills.And by clear streams I gather daffodils; And in dim woods find out…
I love one and he loveth me:Who sayeth this? who deemeth this?And is this thought a cause of bliss, Or source of misery?The loved may die, or he may change:And if he die thou art bereft;Or if he alter nought…
Now the pain beginneth and the word is spoken;—Hark unto the tolling of the churchyard chime!—Once my heart was gladsome, now my heart is broken,—Once my love was noble, now it is a crime. But the fear is over; yea,…