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The child not yet is lulled to res… Too young a nurse, the slender Ni… So laxly holds him to her breast That throbs with flight. He plays with her, and will not sl…
Listen, and when thy hand this pap… O time-worn woman, think of her wh… What thy thin fingers touch, with… O mother, for the weight of years… O daughter, for slow time must yet…
My heart shall be thy garden. Com… Into thy garden; thine be happy ho… Among my fairest thoughts, my tall… From root to crowning petal, thine… Thine is the place from where the…
She walks—the lady of my delight— A shepherdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughts. She keep… She guards them from the steep. She feeds them on the fragrant hei…
On London fell a clearer light; Caressing pencils of the sun Defined the distances, the white Houses transfigured one by one, The 'long, unlovely street’ impear…
(I) PROMETHEUS 1- IT was the south: mid-everything, - Mid-land, mid-summer, noon ; -
New delights to our desire The singers of the past can yield. I lift mine eyes to hill and field… And see in them your yet dumb lyre… poets unborn and unrevealed.
Home, home from the horizon far an… Hither the soft wings sweep; Flocks of the memories of the day… The dovecote doors of sleep. Oh which are they that come throug…
I must not think of thee; and, tir… I shun the love that lurks in all… The love of thee—and in the blue h… And in the dearest passage of a so… Oh, just beyond the sweetest thoug…
Farewell has long been said; I ha… I never name thee even. But how shall I learn virtues and… For thou art so near Heaven That Heavenward meditations pause…
O Spring, I know thee! Seek for… In the young children’s eyes. But I have learnt the years, and… Leaf-folded violet. Mine ear, awake to silence, can fo…
Your own fair youth, you care so l… Smiling toward Heaven, you would… Of time and change upon your hapie… I keep your golden hour, and will… If ever, in time to come, you woul…
There’s a feast undated, yet Both our true lives hold it fast,— Even the day when we first met. What a great day came and passed, —Unknown then, but known at last.
I come from nothing; but from wher… Come the undying thoughts I bear? Down, through the long links of de… From the past poets of the earth, My immortality is there.
She walks—the lady of my delight— A shepherdess of sheep. Her flocks are thoughts. She keep… She keeps them from the steep; She feeds them on the fragrant hei…