UPON St. Michael’s Isle
They laid him for awhile
That he might feel the Ocean’s full embrace,
And wedded be
To that wide sea—
The subject and the passion of his race.
As Thetis, from some lovely...
Michael Field
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From Machaon and the Faun
I DANCE and dance! Another faun,
A black one, dances on the lawn.
He moves with me, and when I lift
My heels his feet directly shift:
I can’t outdance him though I try;
He dances nimbler than I.
I toss my head, and...