Love Poems – Page 90
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The Old
They are waiting on the shore / For the bark to take them home: / They will toil and grieve no more; … -
Meet We no Angels, Pansie?
Came, on a Sabbath noon, my sweet, / In white, to find her lover; / The grass grew proud beneath her feet, … -
To Two Bereaved
You must be sad; for though it is to Heaven, / 'Tis hard to yield a little girl of seven. / Alas, for me 'tis hard my grief to rule, … -
Wassail Chorus at the Mermaid Tavern
christmas knows a merry, merry place, / Where he goes with fondest face, / Brightest eye, brightest hair: … -
Chorus from 'Atalanta'
When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, / The mother of months in meadow or plain / Fills the shadows and windy places … -
Hertha
I AM that which began; / Out of me the years roll; / Out of me God and man; … -
Ave atque Vale
Shall I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, / Brother, on this that was the veil of thee? / Or quiet sea-flower moulded by the sea, … -
Itylus
Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow, / How can thine heart be full of the spring? / A thousand summers are over and dead. … -
Earliest Spring
Tossing his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles, / Lion-like March cometh in, hoarse, with tempestuous breath, / Through all the moaning chimneys, and 'thwart all the hollows and angles … -
What the Bullet sang
O JOY of creation, / To be! / O rapture, to fly …
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