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WHEN the Child played in Galile… He had no wine-clear maple leaves, No west winds singing of the sea Over the frosted sheaves; But with pale myrrh His head was…
BE pitiful! Her lips have touched… Clear stream that sets the long gr… The very doves that dream beside t… Sang their soft notes to her. For her these doors that claim the…
BRONZE bells and incense burner… Of birds born out of iron, and fin… A dial that told the longest summe… How sure, how swift the night: And o’er the silent treasury, so h…
UNDER the young moon’s slender s… With the wind’s cool lips on mine, I went home from the Rabitty Fiel… As the clocks were striking nine. The yews were dark in the level li…
Give me a few more hours to pass With the mellow flower of the elm-… And then no more than the lonely g… And the birds calling. Give me a few more days to keep
FROM the clouded belfry calling, Hear my soft ascending swells; Hear my notes like swallows fallin… I am Bega, least of bells. When great Turkeful rolls and rin…
DESOLATE strange sleep and wil… Came on me while yet a child; I, before I tasted tears, Knew the grief of all the years. I, before I fronted pain,
‘About midnight will I go out into the midst of Egypt: and all the firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sitteth upon the throne, even unto the fi...
WIND-SILVERED willows hedge… And all within is hushed and cool. The water, in an endless dream, Goes sliding down from pool to poo… And every pool a sapphire is,
WHEN I was a little lad With folly on my lips, Fain was I for journeying All the seas in ships. But now across the southern swell,
WHO goes down through the slim gr… Soon, so soon? Dawn is hard on the heels of the m… But never a lily the day-star know… Is white, so white as the one who…
The earth builds on the earth Castles and towers; The earth saith of the earth: All shall be ours. Yea, though they plan and reap
See, the grass is full of stars, Fallen in their brightness; Hearts they have of shining gold, Rays of shining whiteness. Buttercups have honeyed hearts,
LORD, on this paper white, My soul would write Tales that were heard of old Of perilous things and bold; Kings as young lions for pride;
YEA, I am he that dwelt beside t… I was a child. God smote me from… A little while, I had forgot to r… Under the rain-sweet roof of almon… I had forgotten summer, and the fl…