The earth seems a desolate mother,— Betrayed like the princess of old, The ermine stripped from her shoulders, And her bosom all naked and cold. But a joy looks out from her sadness, For she feels with a glad unrest The throb of the unborn summer Under her bare, brown breast.
I Send a shell from the ocean beach; But listen thou well, for my shell hath speech. Hold to thine ear, And plain thou ’lt hear Tales of ships That were lost in the rips, Or that sunk on the shoals Where the bell-buoy tolls, And ever...
Turn out more ale, turn up the light; I will not go to bed to-night. Of all the foes that man should dread The first and worst one is a bed. Friends I have had both old and young, And ale we drank and songs we sung: Enough you know when this is said, That, one and all,—they died in bed. In bed...
The queen sat in her balcony, The Loveliest of Spain; Beneath rode all the chivalry, And roses fell like rain To crown the gallant gentlemen The gonfalon who bore: A woman’s favor fell for one,— Gil, the Toreador. Beneath the royal canopy, To see the red bull slain, They sat, like...
The earth seems a desolate mother,— Betrayed like the princess of old, The ermine stripped from her shoulders, And her bosom all naked and cold. But a joy looks out from her sadness, For she feels with a glad unrest The throb of the unborn summer Under her bare, brown breast.
I send thee a shell from the ocean beach; But listen thou well, for my shell hath speech. Hold to thine ear, And plain thou’lt hear Tales of ships That were lost in the rips, Or that sunk on shoals Where the bell-buoy tolls, And ever and ever its iron tongue...
