Swallow Flight
I love my hour of wind and light,
I love men’s faces and their eyes,
I love my spirit’s veering flight
Like swallows under evening skies.
Source: Bartleby.com (archived copy)
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I Am Not Yours
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
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I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that
recedes; … -
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The new leaves laugh in the sun,
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Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,
And shall my soul that lies within your hand
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