• Love
    I Leaned out of window, I smelt the white clover,
      Dark, dark was the garden, I saw not the gate;
    “Now, if there be footsteps, he comes, my one lover—
      Hush, nightingale, hush! O sweet nightingale, wait
            Till I listen and hear
            If a step draweth near,
            For my love he is late!

    “The skies in the darkness...

  • Three times — we parted — Breath — and I —

    Three times — He would not go —

    But strove to stir the lifeless Fan

    The Waters — strove to stay.


    Three Times — the Billows tossed me up —

    Then caught me — like a Ball —

    Then made Blue faces in my face —

    And pushed away a sail


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