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O Love! of all the riches that are mine,What gift have I withheld before thy shrine? What tender ecstasy of prayer and praiseOr lyric flower of my impassioned days? What poignant dream have I denied to theeOf secret hope, desire…
O Love! I know not why, when you are glad,Gaily my glad heart leaps.Love! I know not why, when you are sad,Wildly my sad heart weeps. I know not why, if sweet be your repose,My waking heart finds rest,Or if…
(Parvati at her lattice)O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twineamong my tresses,A jewelled clasp of shining gold to bind around my sleeve,O Love! were you the keora’s soul that hauntsmy silken raiment,A bright, vermilion tassel in the girdles that…
Alone, O Love, I seek the blossoming glades,The bright, accustomed alleys of delight,Pomegranate-gardens of the mellowing dawn,Serene and sumptuous orchards of the night. Alone, O Love, I breast the shimmering waves,The changing tides of life’s familiar streams,Wide seas of hope,…
On the way to GolcondaWeary, I sought kind Death among the rillsThat drink of purple twilight where the plainBroods in the shadow of untroubled hills:I cried, “High dreams and hope and love are vain,Absolve my spirit of its poignant ills,And…
Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha,Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha,Dreams of delight that are gone,When swift to my side came the feet of my loverWith stars of the dusk and the dawn?I see the soft wings…
Written for Madame Liza LehmannThe music sighs and slumbers,It stirs and sleeps again . . .Hush, it wakes and weeps and murmursLike a woman’s heart in pain;Now it laughs and calls and coaxes,Like a lover in the night,Now it pants…
I dreamed my love had set thy spirit free,Enfranchised thee from Fate’s o’ermastering power,And girt thy being with a scatheless dowerOf rich and joyous immortality;Of Love, I dreamed my soul had ransomed thee,In thy lone, dread, incalculable hourFrom those pale…
Violet Clarke—died March 21, 1909With eager knowledge of our ancient lore,And prescient love of all our ancient race,You came to us, with gentle hands that boreBright gifts of genius, youth, and subtle grace,Our shrines, our sacred streams, our sumptuous art,Old…
HeLift up the veils that darken the delicate moonof thy glory and grace,Withhold not, O love, from the nightof my longing the joy of thy luminous face,Give me a spear of the scented keoraguarding thy pinioned curls,Or a silken thread…