In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain
Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main.
The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep;
Up-breathed from the marshes, a message of range and of sweep,
Interwoven with waftures of wild sea-liberties, drifting,
Came through the lapped leaves sifting, sifting,
Came to the...
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IN my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain
Of the live-oak, the marsh and the main.
The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep.
Upbreathed from the marshes, a message of range and of sweep.* * * * *
I have waked, I have come, my belovèd! I might not abide:
I have come ere the dawn... -
Young palmer sun, that to the shining sands
Pourest thy pilgrim’s tale, discoursing still
Thy silver passages of sacred lands,
With news of Sepulchre and Dolorous Hill,Canst thou be he that, Yester-Sunset warm,
Purple with Paynim rage and wrack-desire,
Dashed ravening out of a dusty lair of storm,
Harried the west, and set the... -
As on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed,
I saw my lattice prankt upon the wall,
The flaunting leaves and flitting birds withal—
A sunny phantom interlaced with shade;
“Thanks be to Heaven,” in happy mood I said,
“What sweeter aid my matins could befall
Than this fair glory from the east hath made?
What holy sleights hath God, the Lord of...