1. still

  • Still Though the One I Sing

    Still though the one I sing,
    (One, yet of contradictions made) I dedicate to Nationality,
    I leave in him revolt, (O latent right of insurrection! O quenchless, indispensable fire!)

    Walt Whitman

  • In the Still, Star-Lit Night

      in the still, star-lit night,
    By the full fountain and the willow-tree,
      I walked, and not alone—
    A spirit walked with me!

      A shade fell on the grass;
    Upon the water fell a deeper shade:
      Something the willow stirred,
    For to and fro it swayed.

      The grass was in a quiver,
    The water trembled, and the willow-tree...

    Elizabeth Stoddard

  • Song: “Love still has something”

    Love still has something of the sea,
      From whence his Mother rose;
    No time his slaves from love can free,
      Nor give their thoughts repose.

    They are becalmed in clearest days,
      And in rough weather tost;
    They wither under cold delays,
      Or are in tempests lost.

    One while they seem to touch the port,
      Then straight...

    Sir Charles Sedley

  • I Hold Still

    Anonymous translation from the German

    PAIN’S furnace heat within me quivers,
      God’s breath upon the flame doth blow,
    And all my heart in anguish shivers,
      And trembles at the fiery glow:
    And yet I whisper, As God will!
    And in his hottest fire hold still.

    He comes and lays my heart, all heated,
      On the hard anvil, minded so...

    Julius Sturm

  • A Still Day in Autumn

    I Love to wander through the woodlands hoary
      In the soft light of an autumnal day,
    When Summer gathers up her robes of glory,
      And like a dream of beauty glides away.

    How through each loved, familiar path she lingers,
      Serenely smiling through the golden mist,
    Tinting the wild grape with her dewy fingers
      Till the cool emerald...

    Sarah Helen Power Whitman

  • Bind me — I still can sing —

    Bind me — I still can sing —

    Banish — my mandolin

    Strikes true within —


    Slay — and my Soul shall rise

    Chanting to Paradise —

    Still thine.

  • How still the Bells in Steeples stand

    How still the Bells in Steeples stand

    Till swollen with the Sky

    They leap upon their silver Feet

    In frantic Melody!

  • Not seeing, still we know —

    Not seeing, still we know —

    Not knowing, guess —

    Not guessing, smile and hide

    And half caress —


    And quake — and turn away,

    Seraphic fear —

    Is Eden's innuendo

    "If you dare"?

  • Precious to Me — She still shall be —

    Precious to Me — She still shall be —

    Though She forget the name I bear —

    The fashion of the Gown I wear —

    The very Color of My Hair —


    So like the Meadows — now —

    I dared to show a Tress of Theirs

    If haply — She might not despise

    A Buttercup's Array —


    I know the Whole...

  • Still own thee — still thou art

    Still own thee — still thou art

    What surgeons call alive —

    Though slipping — slipping I perceive

    To thy reportless Grave —


    Which question shall I clutch —

    What answer wrest from thee

    Before thou dost exude away

    In the recallless sea?