I
i am the spirit of the morning sea;
I am the awakening and the glad surprise;
I fill the skies
With laughter and with light.
Not tears, but jollity
At birth of day brim the strong man-child’s eyes.
Behold the white
Wide three-fold...
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O white and midnight sky! O starry bath! |
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This bronze doth keep the very form and mould |
What is a sonnet? ’T is the pearly shell |
What domes and pinnacles of mist and fire |
Glory and honor and fame and everlasting laudation ... |
Yes, i have heard the nightingale. |
When late I heard the trembling cello play, |
Her voice was like the song of birds; And when those waving hands were still,— |