The gray waves rock against the gray skyline,
And break complaining on the long gray sand,
Here where I sit, who cannot understand
Their voice of pain, nor this dumb pain of mine;
For I, who thought to fare till my days end,
Armed sorrow-proof in sorrow, having known
How hearts bleed slow when brave lips make no moan,
How Life...
He who hath loved hath borne a vassal’s chain,
And worn the royal purple of a king;
Hath shrunk beneath the icy Winter’s sting,
Then revelled in the golden Summer’s reign;
He hath within the dust and ashes lain,
Then soared o’er mountains on an eagle’s wing;
A hut hath slept in, worn with wandering,
And hath been lord of castle-towers in...
I loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I...
If those I loved were lost
The Crier's voice would tell me —
If those I loved were found
The bells of Ghent would ring —
Did those I loved repose
The Daisy would impel me.
Philip — when bewildered
Bore his riddle in!
