A Fragment
[May 1, 1898]
BY Cavité on the bay
’T was the Spanish squadron lay;
And the red dawn was creeping
O’er the city that lay sleeping
To the east, like a bride, in the May.
There was peace at Manila,
In the May morn at Manila...
Richard Hovey
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Passion and pain, the outcry of despair,
The pang of the unattainable desire,
And youth’s delight in pleasures that expire,
And sweet high dreamings of the good and fair
Clashing in swift soul-storm, through which no prayer
Uplifted stays the... -
A Fragment
I WILL go out to grass with that old King,
For I am weary of clothes and cooks.
I long to lie along the banks of brooks,
And watch the boughs above me sway and swing.
Come, I will pluck off custom’s livery,
Nor longer be a lackey to old... -
When I am standing on a mountain crest,
Or hold the tiller in the dashing spray,
My love of you leaps foaming in my breast,
Shouts with the winds and sweeps to their foray;
My heart bounds with the horses of the sea,
And plunges in the wild ride of the... -
Voices of Unseen Spirits
HERE falls no light of sun nor stars;
No stir nor striving here intrudes;
No moan nor merry-making mars
The quiet of these solitudes.Submerged in sleep, the passive soul
Is one with all the things that seem;... -
And if he should come again
In the old glad way,
I should smile and take his hand.
What were there to say?I should close my eyes and smile,
And my soul would be
Like the peace of summer noons
Beside the sea. -
Who ’ll have the crumpled pieces of a heart?
Let him take mine!
Who ’ll give his whole of passion for a part,
And call ’t divine?
Who ’ll have the soiled remainder of desire?
Who ’ll warm his fingers at a burnt-out fire?
Who ’ll drink the lees of... -
Ho, a song by the fire!
(Pass the pipes, fill the bowl!)
Ho, a song by the fire!
—With a skoal!…
For the wolf wind is whining in the doorways,
And the snow drifts deep along the road,
And the ice-gnomes are marching from their Norways,
And... -
When i am standing on a mountain crest,
Or hold the tiller in the dashing spray,
My love of you leaps foaming in my breast,
Shouts with the winds and sweeps to their foray;
My heart bounds with the horses of the sea,
And plunges in the wild ride of the... -
To what new fates, my country, far
And unforeseen of foe or friend,
Beneath what unexpected star,
Compelled to what unchosen end,Across the sea that knows no beach
The Admiral of Nations guides
Thy blind obedient keels to reach
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