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H A UN T ED S H A D O W
A L O NE AN D
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P A GE
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S AV I N G
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GL O R Y
S AI L I NG O F T HE
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LON G ING
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Fi ty P o ems
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H A NK S G I V I NG
W hom be thanks P To them whose sorrow I
Perforce did Share though their bright fortitude
I could not share
T o them C hief thanks W hose half s upp res s d low sigh
T aught me the bitterness of solitude
I could n o t bear
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And unto them be thanks those poor who showed
H OW cheerfully and plaintless men may live
F or W hom to die
Were but to lose an unsustainable load
S ince barren life scarce even bread could give
T hem to live by
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A nd unto you poor lost ones evil s t arr d
Who taught me all your evil and taught then
I ts impotence
T o you b e thanks by weak regret u n m arr d
F or how should I ever o erpriz e again
Your lures o f sense
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But you O poets of the living word
A nd you magicians of rich melodies
H OW S ho uld I pay
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Thanks for the music heard an d that unhear d
S ave in my heart fo r look you touch the keys
And o n me play
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ven as you will
E nough
I will praise Life
Fo r all thi ngs living glad sad foul and fair
S ince I have trod
Th e brittle years and all with Splendour rife
I will praise life s abundance — i or w h o d ar e
Give p r aise to God
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II
PROM IS E
cold moon from the hilltop stares
O ver the leafless shaws and dark
Fronting the moon the hi llside bares
Her bosom stark
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O f all things else only cold age
M ight show thus desolate and chi ll
So looks the last month s pilgri mage
S o the last hi ll
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Down the moon gh o s t en ed road there walks
Beneath dark shadow and whi te shine
A girl w h o to her own heart talks
O f things so fine
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S o sure and fine she breaks wi th song
T he s t illness sealing eve rything
S he nurses in her bosom the long
Promise of S pring
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VE N I NG B EA U TY ' BLA CK FRIARS
is but beauty W eareth near and far
Under the pale blue s k y and lonely star
This is that quick hour when the city turns
Her tr oubled harsh distortion and blind care
I nto brief loveliness seen everywhere
While in the fuming west the l o w s un smoulde ring
burns
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brick no r marble the rich beauty owns
this is held in starward pointing stones
S un wind and smoke the threefold magic stir
Kissing each favourless poor ruin with kiss
Like that when lovers lovers lure to bliss
And earth than heaven awhile is heavenlier
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all shafts that S how the Sky h o w far away
The thousand Win d o w d house gilded with day
T hat fades to night
the arches low the streamer
E verywhere of the r u dd y d smoke
I s aught
O f loveliness so rich e er sold and bought
Look visions fairer in the eyes o f any dreame r
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Needs must s o rar e a beauty be so brief
Night comes o f thi s delight the subtle thi ef
T hou canst not Night this same rich thievery keep
S eize it and look tis gone ere seized is gone
O nly in o u r w ar m bosoms linge ring o n
A nest o f precious dreams when droop o ur eyes in sle e p
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in he r d arkening loveliness is s h e seen
Like an autumnal passion haunted queen
Wh o hears A captain king is nigh the gate
Tis Antony A ntony
T hen hastens s h e
Be aut y to beauty adding yet till— s ee
A queen withi n the queen pe rilous with love and fate l
So
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T R U E L O VE HAT H
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H E AR T
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more bright than are those flowe r s
April hands o n t o M ay
S weete r with her are spent my hou r s
T han else the day
S H E is
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Hers is the beauty women o w n
By love t ra n s fig ured
Beauty o f swallows early flown
Or S pring half fled
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Yea tis a thing almost fo r tears
Being fo r j oy too great
Yet subj ect n o t to fret o f years
N o r to swift F ate
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yes mild a s those the peaceful herds
Tu rn towards the lessening s u n
S he hath the voice O f gathering bir ds
When the day s done
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hou canst not subtle S o rr ow reach
T hy finger to her breast
N o r thou Delight canst E nvy teach
To break her rest
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love her h o w could I but C hoose
T hough nought to Love will bind he r
N O matter for I cannot lose
S ince I ne e r find her
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TH E WE AVE R OF
M AG I C
WE A 'E cunningly the web
Of Tw ilight O thou subtle fingered E ve I
And at the slow day s ebb
With sm all blue st ars the purple curtain weave
I f any wind there be
Bid it but breathe lightly as woodland violets o er the
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f any moon be it no more tha n a whi te flutte ring
feather
Call the last birds together
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and let n o wisp
O f day s distraction thine enchantment mar
Thy soft spe ll lisp
And lure the sweetness down o f each blue star
T hen let that low moan be
A while more easeful trembling remote and strange
far oversea
8 0 shall the easeless hea r t o f love rest then o r only sigh
He aring the swallows cry 1
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SOL I TUD E
the broad mere he sitteth musingly
Watchi ng the slow shadow of the hours
Wheel by until the cold moon S ilver all
Laving the water with her watery light
He heareth the dusk wingers di stant call
And in the lucid stars reads the great peace of night
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ll death their token but of life I
What passion Of calm purpose moveth the re
What secret pulse o f immortality
I s beating
A ll the m ul titude o f day
T he soul bewildering beauty q ui etly
D ieth away and the soul s languors die away
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Then w hen no voice is and is nothin g seen
But o f the narrow moon the chi lly beam
And o f the ancient stars their faithfulness
Then sitting by the w a n face o f the mere
H e feels the W ind o f str ange W ings numberless
And Spirits to h is lowly spirit drawing near
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mpty o f self awhile and the shar p pang
Of foiled ambition and o f common lust
E mp t y o f grief ev n and o f mean regret
S tarli ke in loneliness he watcheth pass
I n o n e hou r all the hours and seeth the s et
O f th e chi ll moon and fade the stars that we re as grass
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V II
S T RIF E
win d fought with the angr y trees
Al l mo rni ng in immense unease
They wrestled and ruin strowed the gr ound
A nd the north s k y frowned
The o ak and aspen arms we re held
D efiant but the death was kn elled
O f slende r saplings snappy bough s
Twigs brittle a s men s vows
H o w moaned the trees the struggle thr ough I
Ange r almost t o madness grew
The aspen screamed an d came a r oar
O f the great wind locked in anguish sore
D esolate with defeat
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The trees slept qui et as great cows
That lie at noon neath broad green boughs
but hist '
H o w p u re h o w strange the cal m
Was it the trees by the wind kist P
Or f r om afa r whe re the W ind s hid
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VIII
UND E R
T
H E L I ND E N B RANCH E S
UN DE R
the linden bran ches
They s it and whi spe r
Har dly a quiver
Of leaves hardly a lisp o r
S igh in the air
Under the linden branches
T hey s it and shiver
A t the slow air s fingers
Drawn through the linden br anches
Where the year s sweet linge r s
A nd sudden avalan ches
O f memories fears
S hake from the linden branches
Upon them sitting
With hardly a sigh o r a whi sper
O r quiver o f tears
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IX
T
H E N I GH T WAT CH
N E A TH
BE
the tr ees with heedful step and slow
At night I go
F e arful upon their w hi spering to break
Lest they awake
O ut o f those dreams o f heavenly light that fill
Their branches still
With a soft murmur O f memoried ecstasy
T here neath each tree
N ightlong a spirit watches and I feel
H is breath unseal
T he fast S hut thoughts and longings o f ti re d day
T hat flutter away
M othlike o n luminous soft wings and frail
A nd m oonlike pale
T here in the flowering C hestnuts bowering gloom
A nd limes perfume
Wandering wavelike through the m o o n d raw n night
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T hat heaves toward light )
There hang I my dark thoughts and deepe r p r aye r s
A nd as the airs
O f star kissed dawn come stirring and o er creep
T he ford of sleep
Thy shape great Love grows shadowy in the E ast
T hine accents least
O f all those j arring voices o f false morn
A nd O h forlorn
Thy hope thy courage vanishi ng thine eyes
S ad with surprise
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O h with the dawn I know I know how vain
I s love that s f ai n
TO beat and beat agai nst Her obstinate door
F or as once more
I t Opes s h e passes o u t nor h eed et h Ine
Nay will not see )
'
A s when a man rich and of hi gh estate
S ees at his gate
Or will n o t s ee) a famishing poor wretch
'
Whose longings fetch
A s o b up from his p ain imprisoning breast
Till s ad despair hi s anger puts to rest
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FIFTY
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X
TH E N O BL E C OM PANY
WHE N thou art s afely ente red c all for wine
N o r wonder if at a brief word o f t hi ne
A thi n ghost come and be t w een thee and day
S tand like a bat s wing frail and shadow gray
And wavering S peak to hi m boldly then
A s k h im for news o f rare women and dead men
Once famed o f ancient beauty and the bold
Brave ry o f sword capt ai ns sung o f Old
By poets everliving S peak and he
A s o u t o f ghostly store lingeringly
Taking shall Of those great ones tell thee all
Thy heart may wish P ress h im until he call
E ven their shades t o thi ne — those lovers which
O n earth made love with lovelier tribute rich
P ast mere love s self Call for Catullus and
Catullus verily by thee will stand
Ghost by ghost lover lover questioning
New passion perished pass ion answering
Fo r A ntony c all and A ntony S hall stir
The d ark nodding a chall enge pr o u d lier
Than men unloving O r thou for Helen plead
A nd ev n shal l Helen answer thee and lead
T hi ne eyes astray thine heart astray
O r Speak
Hector s great name and Hector then shall seek
Thee with c al m look
Y es wondrously shall each
A nswer in thei r high manner O f o l d speech
Thrilling thee a s the wind a ship s bent mast
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But if thou reverently fe ar to cast
Thy shadow athwart theirs then mix with those
Tha t throng the meads where that dark river flows
The obscure nameless noteless ghosts that keep
S uch busyn ess as long vexes mortal Sleep
A nd thou shal t hear all all that happened long
A nd long ago o f the singers whose rich song
R everberates ever ever Dante shall grow
Less stern less bitter for thee yes thou lt know
Caesar s great brow and learn that lonely yet
M iltonic pride M ilton s d ar k ghost doth fret
A nd maybe '
for such grace hath been for shades )
Q uafli n g that thin wine when the faint day fades
One with broad forehead sweet lips eyes that still
With o l d love and W ild laughter wake and fill
One such '
there s none but o n e) will drink with thee
And following hi m that excellent company
At heel— F alstaff and R omeo and R osalind
And Bottom and the rest
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TH E D AR K SOM E N I GH T I NGAL E
WH Y dost thou darksome Nightingale
,
S ing s o distractingly— and here
Dawn s p rel u din g s prick my ear
F aint light is creeping up the vale
While o n these dead thy rarer
S ong yet falls dark night farer
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Were it not better thou shouldst sing
Where the drenched lilac droops her plume
S preading frail banners o f perfume 2
O r where the easeless pines en ring
T he river lull e d village
Wh ose lads the lilac pillage
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O h if aught songful these hi d bones
M ight reach as doth the s ubtle rain
S urely the dead had risen again
A nd listened whi te by the white stones
Back to rich life song charmed
By ghostly j oys alarmed
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Thi s may not be A nd yet o h still
P our like night dew thy richer speech
S ome late lost youth perchance to reach
Or love robbed girl and stir and fill
T heir passionless cold bosoms
Under red w a llfl o w er blossoms
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F R OM P I CCAD I LLY I N A UGU S T
the trees rest the moon hath taught them sleep
Like drowsy wings o f bats are all their leaves
Clingin g together Girls at ease w h o fold
F air h ands upon white necks and thro dusk fields
Walk all content —o f them the tr ees have taken
Their w ay o f evening rest the yellow moon
With he r pale gold hath lit their dr eams that lisp
O n the Wind s murmurous lips
And low beyond
Bur n those bright lamps beneath the moon more bright
L amps that but flash and Sp arkle and light not
The inwar d eye and musing thought nor reach
Where poplar like that tall built campanile
Lif ts to the neighbouring moon her head and feels
T he p ale gold like an ocean laving her
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'I '
I N TH E TR A I N
was more wonde rful than priz e d pearls
S he bore he r beau t y a s an April flowe r
T hat hangs a s sweet unknown as kno wn
Her C heeks
The pallor o f p ale moony wate r had
Under the shadow o f dar k heavy hair
S pearlike for straightness was her nose with firm
Curve of soft nostrils l ips and Chi n firm t o o
A broad whi te brow and eyes s et wide beneath
Clear steady eyes— and lids whose quivering was
Than speech more cunning and than song more sweet
S he lived in the moment and the moment felt
E terni ty s long kiss when her lips k i ssed
I n speech
S he went like sunset out and I
S aw her no more But 0 s h e left in me
M emory o f a moment made E ternity
Unsealed a fountain o f t rue j oy that sang
H o w beauty is the only breath o f Heaven
And li ves in w omen as S pring lives in woods
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XV
SI L E NC E A ND
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CH O
birds be songless and the bare
Branches O f winter strain and creak
There w ants not music anyw here
A nd you but S peak
TH O UGH
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But when birds sing and green leaves brush
Green leaves awake and dawn to dark
S edg e warbler linnet swallow thr ush
H ea v n loving lark
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S tir all the air t o music yet
T hat plenteous music peals unheard
A s well might leaves their noise forget
As well each bird
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I f you but speak if you but Sing
O r echo o f your singing creep
I nto my mind o r w hi spering
Call me from sleep
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A nd yet your eyes I never see
M emories o f y o u li ke shadows pass
O e r y o u the trees wave Sighingly
A nd waves the grass
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XV I
HAND S
Y OU R
hands your hands
Fall upon mine as waves upon the sands
0 soft as moonlight on that eveni ng rose
Tha t but to moonlight doth its sweet unclose
Your hands your hands
Fall upon mine and my hands Open as
That eveni ng primrose opens when the hot hours pass
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Yo ur hands your hands
They are like towers that in far southern lands
Look at pal e dawn over gloom v a lley d miles
White temple towers that gleam thr ough mist at whiles
Your hands your hands
Like the south wind fall kissing o n my brow
And all past '
o y and future is summed in t hi s great
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XV II
AB S E NC E
no grace can lend y o u but fo r me
D istance doth magnify you r mystery
With y o u and soon content I ask h o w should
I n your two eyes be hi d my heaven o f good
H o w shoul d you r o w n mere voice the strange w o r ds
Speak
T hat tease me with the sense o f what s to seek
I n all the world beside P How you r brown hair
T hat simply and neglectfully you wea r
Bind my wild thoughts in its abundant snare
With y o u I wonde r how you re stranger than
A nothe r woman to another man
But par ted— and you re as a shi p unknown
That to poor castaways at dawn is shown
A S strange as dawn s o strange they fear a trick
O f eyes long vexed and h Op e with falseness sick
P ar ted and like the riddle o f a dream
Dark with rich p r omise does your beauty seem
I wonde r at your patience stirless peace
Your subtle pride mute pity s quick release
T hen a re y o u strange to me and sweet a s light
O r dew a s strange and dark a s starless ni ght
T hen let t hi s parting Dear be now forgiven '
I g o from y o u t o find in you strange heaven
D I S T AN CE
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XVIII
H A UNTE D S H A D O W
TH E
FAI R T rees 0
keep from chattering so
When I with my more F air do gO
Beneath your branches
Fo r if I laugh with he r you r sigh
H er rar e and sudden mirth puts by
O r your too noisy glee will take
Persuasion from my lips and make
He r deaf as Winter
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as the pines— that keep
Th e shadow charm e d light asleep
Perverse and sombre
F or when w e in the pinewood walked
A nd o f young love and far age talked
T heir solemn haunted shadow broke
He r peace— ah how the sharp s o b shook
He r shadowed bosom l
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XI X
AL O N E AN D C OL D
me
A S y o u have us e d others
Better y o u did r efuse me
Y o u have refus e d others
Better far better Hope to banish
A small child than grown o l d
H ope should decay hi s v igour vanish
A nd I be left alone and
Cold cold
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Ah use no gu ile no r cun ni ng
I f y o u should ev n yet love me
H ar k T ime with Love is runni ng
D eath cloud like floats above me
Love me with such simplicity
A s C hildren frankly bold
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D o love with
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speaks the wave w hi spering me o f you
I n all hi s murmur your music m urmurs too
O tis your voice my love whisperi ng I n
T he wave s voice ev n your voice so fa r and thi n
A nd mine to yours answering clear is heard
I n the high lonely voice of the last bi r d
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And when my love the full tide runneth again
S hall yet the seabird call call call in vain ?
Will not the tide wake in my heart and stir
T he o l d rich happiness that s sunken there P
T hou moon o f love bid the retreated tide
R eturn fo r which the wande ri ng bir d ha th c ried
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XX II
Y O U R S HAD O W
S windon o u t to Whi te Horse Hill
I walked in morn ing rai n
And saw you r shadow lying there
A S clear and plain
A s li es the Whi te Horse o n the Hill
I s aw your shadow lying there
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O ver the wide green downs and bleak
Unthi nking free I walked
And s aw your shadow fluttering by
A lm ost it talked
Answering what I dared not Speak
Whil e thoughts o f you ran fluttering by
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S o o n to Baydon sauntered te ased
With that pure native air
S ometimes the sweetness of wild thyme
T he strings o f c a re
Did pluck sometimes my soul was ease d
With more than sweetness o f wild thyme
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S ometimes withi n a pool I caught
Your face upturned to mine
And where sits Chilton by the waters
Your look did shine
Wildly in the mill foam that sought
T0 hide you in those angry waters
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And yet 0 S weet you never knew
Those downs the thymy air
That with you r Spi rit haunted is
Yes everyw he re
Ah but my heart is full O f you
And with your shadow haunted is
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XX I I I
M OR N I NG
PE AC E
No r jealousy a sharper torment h as
T han thi s self torturing and easeless mind
A S though o ne seeing smote hi s eyeballs blind
T hen wandered wilful o n a mountain pass
Not love by beauty scorned more anguish know s
N o r shadowed by love s loss more desolate grow s
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When hope is stabbed with arr ows of desp air
When fair things are grown hateful being f ai r
When memory old memory doth accuse
T hen is the dark hou r when the wanton m ind
Would rage t o think the world not all unkind
Fo r
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What healing then for the distempered brain
What poison s antidote though wildly sought ?
S ick o f self love against myself I fought
With wounded hands striving against my pain
Dark dark dark shadows dragged before my sight '
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N O grief like that l I waked at dawn and there
A hundred spider webs dew bright were hung
A myriad dew drops o n the morning flung
T he marigold and sunflower were how fair
And rich in pe ace and t h at peace d rank I up
A s o f the fresh dew dri nks the butte rcup
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XXI V
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N E V I TABL E C H ANG E
Y O UN G as the S pring seemed life when
Came f r om he r silent E ast to me
Unquiet a s Autumn was my breast
When s h e declined into her West
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S uch te nder such u ntro ub lin g things
S he taught me daughter o f all S prings
S uch dusty deathly lo re I learned
When her la s t embers redly burned
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Love canst thou
S uch end should be to s o pure day
S uch shi ni ng chastity give place
To thi s annulling g r ave s disg r ace
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S uch hopes be quenched in this despai r
G r ace chill ed t o granite everyw here
H o w should— in vain I cry— h o w should
Th at be alas which o n ly could I
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XXV
L O N E L I NE SS
green and strange the light
Creeping through the Window
Lying alone in be d
How stran ge the night is
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and chill the air is
I t se ems n o sound could live
Here in my r o o m
T hat no w so bare 13
H ow
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A h bright and still the ro om
But easeless here am I
Deep in my heart
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XXV I
L O VE
F I R ST
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N 0 no Leave me no t in t h is dark hou r
S he cried And I
Thou foolish dea r but call not dark this hou r '
What night doth lour
And nought did s h e re ply
But in her eye
The clamorous trouble Spake and t hen w as still
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that I heard her o nce more spe ak
Or even wi th t roubled eye
Teach me he r fear that I might se ek
P oppies for misery
The hour was dark although I knew it not
But when the livid dawn brake then I knew
H o w while I slept the dense night through
T reache ry s wo rm he r fainting f ealty slew
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O that I hear d her once more speak
A s then— s o w e ak
N o no 'Leave me not in thi s d ar k hou r
That I might answe r he r
Love be at rest fo r nothi ng now Shall stir
Thy heart b ut my he art be a ting there
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XXV I I I
III
what g r ace if I could but forget y o u
Y o u have made league with all familiar things
The thr ush that still evening and mornin g sings
The aspen leaves that sigh
with your true voice when I pass by
M y dear
O and that painful lated flush of tender sky
T hat minds me and with sense t o o grave fo r tears
Of those foreve r dead t o o blissful ye ar s
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Yet twe re a miracle could I forget y o u
S in ce ev n d ea d t h ings once sensible o f y o u
Yield u p your ghost as all the garden through
M urmurs the rose
Twas s h e
S hook in he r palm the dew that shone in me
And o n the stai r s your recent footstep echoingly
S ounds yet again and each dark doorw ay Speaks
O f y o u toward whom my sharpened longing seeks
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O that I could forget o r not regret you '
Co uld I but s ee you as o ne sees a fair
Chil d unde r apple burdened boughs tha t bea r
M orn s autumn beauty and
S eeing her seeth Heaven at his hand
And all day sees that happy child before him stand
Not thus I s ee you but as o n e drowning sees
Hom e friends— and loves his ve ry enemies
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XX I X
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I H EA R D A VOI C E UP O N TH E
B EAT
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HE A R D a voice upon the window beat
A nd then grow dim grow still
Openi ng I s aw the snowy sill
M arked with the robin s feet
Chill w a s the air and chill
The thoughts that in my bosom beat
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I thought O f all that wide and hopeless snow
C rusting the frozen lands
O f small birds th at in famished bands
A C hill and silent grow
A nd how E arth s myriad hands
Clutched only hills O f frosted snow
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And then I thought of Love that beat and c ried
Fa m is hi ng at my brea st
How I by chilling care distrest
Denied hi m and Love died
O with what sore unrest
Love s ghost w oke with the bird that c ried
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XXX
TH E CALL
it t h e w i nd that stirs the t rees
I s it the trees that scratch the w al l
I S it the wall that shakes and mutters
I s it a dumb ghost s call
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The wind ste als in and twirls the candle
The branches heave and brush the wall
But more than tr ee o r wild wind mutter s
T hi s night thi s night o f al l
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Op en 1 a c r y sounds and I gasp
O pen 1 and hands beat doo r and w all
O pen
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A cros s the room I falter
And ne ar the doo r crouch by the w al l
T hr ice bolt the door as the voice mutters
O pen
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The light s o u t and I Shrink
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no sound is yet it mutters
With in me now this night of all
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Wa s it the wind that stirred the t rees
Wa s it the trees that scratched the wal l
Wa s it th e wall that shook an d muttered
Was it Love s Ghost s last call
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XXX I
AGA I N ST
DE S I R E
UN S A TI S FI ED and all unblissful hea rt
,
What is it keeps thee from thy timely peac e
LO here a tree whispers to Care
Depart
And har k y o n blackbird bidding S orr ow cease
Her tedious tale
H igh overhead the sharp edged w hi te clouds sail
Bird like upon the blue w hat hindereth
The cloud that glooms thy courage '
oft t o o frail )
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Desir e that maketh thee a slave
The insa tiable tyr ant o f man s li fe
Up cloudy treacherous stai rs Desire doth wave
His purple banner and with pain and stri fe
A nd teasing fear
Thou c lim b es t and gay fancies flutter ne ar
S udden a s Death thy f all is yet agai n
H is soft deceitful notes when thou dost hear
O nce more dost climb and once more c lim b
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F oolish unblissful and unsatisfied
I will lie d own amid the seeding grass
A n d hear the wild bee humming at my side
And watch the high clouds a s they slowly pass
Heart be at rest
N o r knock s o wildly no w within my breast
Let that proud subtle tyrant c all ed Desire
Be n o more than a casual timid g uest
Wh o creeps t o w arm him at a g reat Lor d s fire
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XXX I I
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0 LO'E
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SH ALL B E SA I D O F
T HEE ?
O L O VE what S hall be said o f thee P
A light wandering o n the sea
A flare wild wreckers use to lu re
Weary ships to depths unsure
0 Love what S hall be said of thee P
Henbane d runken in ecstasy
Fire darted from darkling eyes
T o youth s un fo rt res s d heart su rp rise
TO slumber dreams
to ache relief
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Love Love what shall be said of the e
Blind Pilot singing ove r the sea
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XXX III
TH E P HYSI C IA N
comes when I am grieving and doth say
Child he re is that shall drive your grief away
When I am hope less kisses me and stirs
M y breast with the strong lively cou r age o f he r s
Proud— s h e doth humble me with but a word
Or with mild mockery at my folly gird
Fickl e— s h e holds me with he r loyal eyes
R emorseful—tells o f neighbouring P aradise
E nvious
she S aith
Be not s o mad s o mad
E nvied and envier do race w ith Death '
S he my good A ngel is and who is she P
The S oul s divine Physician M emory
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XXX I V
WAI T I NG
in the waning light s h e s a t
Wh ile the fierce rain o n the window spat
The yellow la mp glow lit he r face
S hadows cloaked the narrow place
S he s at adream in Then she d look
I dly upon a n idle book
A non would rise and musing pee r
O ut at the misty street and dre ar
O r with her loosened dark hair play
H iding her fingers snow away
A nd singing softly would Sing o n
When the desire o f song had gone
O lingering day l her bosom sighed
O laggard Time 1 each motion c ried
Last s h e took the lamp and stood
R ich in it s flood
And looked and looked again at wha t
He r longing fingers zeal h a d w r ought
And turning then did nothing s a y
H iding he r thoughts away
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X ''V I
WA LK I NG AT
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WAL 'IN G at eve I met a little child
R unning beside a tragi c featured dame
Wh o checked hi s blitheness with a quick Fo r sham e I
And se emed by sharp caprice fr oward and mild
S carc e heeding her the sweet one ran beguiled
By the lit street and hi s eyes too aflam e
Onl y at whiles into his eyes the re c ame
B ewilde rment and grief with te rr or wild
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Beauty dost thou r un with t ragic Life
S o with the curious world s car ess enchanted
E v n o f ill things thi ne esc t a s y doth make
Yet at the touch o f fe ar and Vital st rife
The splendours thy young innocency forsake
And with thy foste r mothe r s woe t h o u rt haunte d
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XXXV II
SAV I NG D EL I GHT
E RT Y at each corner stands
A t ghostly hope with ghostly hands
Clutchi ng but never never may
T hat pale evasive S hadow stay
Yet cannot choo se but bli nk and stare
Half with delight half envy where
Ride by ride by the unenvi ous rich
Who ev n s ee not these shadows which
Hold o u t unpiti ed piteous arms
Those rich those ri c h whom no alarms
Of nipping want stir in the night
And nothing frets but dreamed delight
E nvied unenvious go they by
A nd sharp as thorns to misery
Yet think how strange these spectres should
Pluck ev n from envy buds Of good '
Fo r with delight they look and sigh
Wh il e those warm careless ones '
who ll die
Ev n like themselves ) go by go by
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But thi s have they the unpitied poor
Courage pity and that more
0 more than common tenderness
Which in an alien guise doth dress
Fo r foolish shame sake
This have they
Wh o h ave nought else except the day
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ache in and slow night to shi ve r
With that temptation of the rive r
H o w easy twere cold life to c ast
With c ar e and want aside at last
Losing s o little and t o gain
At worst but othe r se nse O f pain
What cou rage their s to live when de ath
N O more his common te rr o r s hath
Yet— is it but star k courage saves
Them f r om that flood O f cunning gr aves
Nay ev n in pain j oy hideth as
The r ainbo w in a looking glass
E v n they I v o w s u p with deli ght
When moon like be auteous star like b right
R ich fai r o nes ride ride by at night
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XXXVIII
Y OU T H A T
WE R E
that we re
Half my life ere life w as mine
Y o u that o n my shape the S ign
S et o f yours
Y o u that my young l ips did kiss
When your kiss summed up my bliss
Ah once more
Y o u t o kiss we re all my bliss '
Y OU
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whom I
Could forget— strange could forget
E v n f o r days '
ah n o w the f ret
O f my grief
Y o u w h o loved me though fo rgot
Welcomed still reproaching not
A h that now
That fo rgetting were forgo t I
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O n my shoulde r as I go
P ut you r hand that wounds me
Y o u that b rush
Yet my lips with that o ne l ast
Kiss that bitters all things past
H OW S hall I
Yet endure that kiss the last
You
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You that are
Where the feet of my blind grief
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find relief
that are
Where my thought flying after
Broken falls and flies anew
N o w you re gone
M y love accusing aches for y o u
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XXX I X
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TH E L I GHT
T
HAT N E VE R WA S O N S EA
LA ND
OR
O G O N E are now those eage r great glad days o f days
but I remember
Yet ev n yet the li ght that turned the saddest o f s ad
hours to mirth
I remember how elate I swung upon the thr ustin g
bowsprits
And h o w t h e s un in sett ing bu rned and made t h e
earth all unl ike earth
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gone are now those mighty sh ips I haunted days
and days together
And gone the mighty men that sang as crawled the
tall craft o ut to sea
And fallen ev n the forest tips and chan ged the eye s
that watched their burning
But still I hear that shout and clang and still the
Old spell stirs in me
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And a s to some p oor ship close loc ked in wate r dense
and dark and vile
The wind comes g arrulous from afar and sets the
idle masts a quive r
And ev n to her s o foull y docked swift as the sun s
first beam at dawn
The sea bird comes and like a star wheels by and
down along the river
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me the gr eat wind blows f r om f ar st range wate rs
echoingly
And f ai nt forgotten longings break the fast sealed
pools within my breast
S o t o me when sunset glows th e sc ream comes o f the
white sea bi r d
And al l those ancient raptures wake and wakes
again the old unrest
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I see again the m asts that c r owd and thicken like a
lane o f pines
I hea r again the shouts and cries and lip 1ap o f the
w aveless pool
I See a gain the smalling cloud O f sail th a t into dis t a nce
fades
I a m ag ain the boy w hose eyes with tea r s o f grief
and hop e a re full
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A shore the men 0 the treasure shi ps
Leapt with glad oaths upon their lips
How welcome they with pockets stuffed
F ull 0 gold and breasts with bragging puffed
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E yes lit with late defe rred delight
Desire and pride the j olly men
To o loud with '
o y fo r thinking then
I s aw them and pale townsmen who
Command these great Commanders too
A nd eager mothers sweethearts wives
Whose life is all in others lives '
I s aw them all— and saw the m en
O f the red sail w h o watched them when
Ashore they went hallooing s o
To '
ack Bill M eg and M other R ow e
I saw those Old home comers stare
I f aught O f welcome linge red there
Fo r them w h o fourteen years agone
E ngland s armour had put o n
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A nd now useless and lame returned
What vain h Op e in each bosom burned
Have ye O h goldless ones forgot
To be fa r Off is to be not
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I s aw and counted fifty and five
O ld bodies wasted yet alive
Upon firm earth they stood and parted
T his w a y and tha t yet cheerful hearted
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T is lonely like b u t home
And o n e
The wenches they don t come
To hulks like w e
O ld E ngland s still
S aid o ne O ld E ngland— s o long Will I
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XL I
SAI L I NG OF
T
HE
GLOR Y
shouted all the sailors
A S they left the town be hi nd
M errily shouted they and gladdened
A t the slip slap of the wind
But envious were those faint home keeper s
F aint land lovers as they s a w
How the Glo ry dipped and staggered
E nvying saw
Pass the ship while all he r sailors
M errily shouted
M E R RI DY
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F a r and far on eastern waters
S ailed the ship and yet sailed on
While the townsmen faint land love rs
Thought How long is t now She s gone
Now maybe Bombay she touches
Now strange craft about he r thr ong
Till she grew but half remembe red
Gone s o long '
Q uite forgot how all he r sailo r s
M e rrily shouted
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F ar in unfamiliar waters
S hi p and shipmen harbourage found
Where the rocks creep o u t like robber s
After travellers tempest bound
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Then those faint land lovers murmured
D oleful thanks n o t dead were th e y
Ah yet envious though the
S unken lay
H earing again those f arewell voic e s
M e rrily shouting
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XL II
E
NGLAND S
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st ands like o ne with mazy cares distr aught
A round her sudden angry storm clouds rise
Dark dark an d comes the look into her eyes
O f eld All that herself herse lf hath taught
S he cons anew that courage new be caught
O f courage Old Yet comfo rtless still lies
S nake like in her warm bosom '
vexed with sighs )
Fear o f the greatness that herself hath w r ought
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N O glory but her memory teems with it
N o beauty that s not hers
more nobly none
Of all her sisters runs with her but sh e
Fo r her Old destiny dreams herself un fit
And fumbling at the future doubtfull y
M uses h o w R ome o f R omans w a s undone
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T
H E UNUTTE R E D
long and s o long had I forgot
S erenely busied
With thousand things at W hiles desire grew h o t
And my soul dizzied
With hapless and insatiable salt t hi rst
Nor w a s I humbled
S aving with shame that running with the worst
M y feet yet stumbled
P ride and delight o f lif e enchained my heart
M y heart enchanted
A nd o h soft subtle fingers had their par t
A nd eyes love haunted
But while my busy mind w as thus intent
O r thus surrendered
Wh at w a s it oh what strange thin g w as it s ent
T hrough all that hi ndered
A thrill that woke the buried soul in me
I t seemed there fluttered
A th ought— o r was t a sudden fear — Of T hee
R emote unuttered
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XL I V
F A IR
FA I R E ve ,
As
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fair and still
f airest thought clim beth the shelte ring h ill
fair an d wise
heaven apeep in a babe s dist an t eyes
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cool as fair and cool
A s starlight swimming in a lonely pool
S ubtle and m ild
A s thr ough he r eyes the soul looks o f a child
As
,
,
.
A linnet sings and sings
A shrill swift cleaves the air with blackest w ings
Whi te tw ink l et ail s
R un frankly in their meadow as day f ails
,
.
O n such a night a night
That seemeth but the sleep o f tired light
I look and w ait
Fo r what I know n o t looking long and late
,
,
,
.
for a dream I look
A Vision from the T ree of Heaven shook
A s sweetness shaken
F rom yon fresh l imes o n lonely ways fo rs ak e n
Is t
’
,
,
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XLV
E
ASTE R
WI TH E ar th s arisin g riseth He f r om death
To al l H is faithful s aith
With urgent bre ath
’
,
Wake ye o ut o f your Winte r weary slee p
An d the slow pulses leap
N O mo r e then creep
H
-
,
.
The heavy days to night and nights to day
The cloud pack hastens away
I f He but s a y
,
.
-
F ar
and faint and tremulous Awake
How the heart s enemies quake
When His steps shake
o ff
,
’
The silence they have woven as a shroud
U p on it G reat and proud
Alike they ar e bowed
.
And as when lovely radiant queenlike S pring
ueenlike
with
her
doth
b
r
ing
Q
E very dear thing
,
E
arth faints fo r and the woods and gleaming meads
F ulfilled ar e O f their needs '
And the lost seeds
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Ar e found in k ee n gre en blades and song again
I n bi r ds and the sweet r ain
D oth t each the pl ain
,
,
That gla due 5 5 o f the heaven neighbo uring hills
And the whole amazed E arth th rills
With bliss that fills
-
E
ve ry hid channel and cell —SO when He rises
I n thousand sweet disguises
What swift surprise s
,
,
Heats pregnant showers flowe rs and rich air s He give s
Till the soul truly lives
And the fugi t ives
,
,
Fe ar Hate Despair— ev n as they fly are sl a in
O precious ev n the pain
When in each vein
’
,
,
’
,
The leaping blood doth the o l d languors quicken
Precious fo r hopes that Sicken
To feel j oys thi cken
,
,
Like sudden leaves wherethr ough the cool winds stir
Precious past gold and myrr h
To feel Him near
.
But
to some east hillside s dewless b reast
Naked O f le af and nest
S p ring the loved guest
’
as
,
,
,
,
C o mes no t though all the woo ds her blisses cove r
And larks but yonde r hove r
T he soft turf ove r
,
,
,
FIFTY POEMS
o
7
B arren
Thy sp rin g Lor d unvisited
O f any rains but dead
Un memoried
of
,
,
,
,
My
h eart lies yea Thy spri ng neglects it yet
O canst Thou still forget
M y n e e d fo rget
,
,
,
.
FIFTY POEMS
XLV I
TH E S NA R E
L O O SE me and let me go
I am n o t yours
I d o n o t kn ow
Your dark name ev n 0 P owe r s
That o u t o f the deep rise
A nd wave your arms
To weave str ange charms
.
’
,
,
.
hough the snar e o f eyes
Y o u weave for me
A s a pool lies
I n w ai t for the moon when
O ut of the deep doth rise
A nd though you set
Like mist your net
T
,
she
And though my feet y o u catch
0 dark strange P owers
Y o u may not snatch
M y S oul o r call it your s
O ut o f your snare I rise
A nd pass your charms
N o r feel your harms
,
,
.
,
,
.
Y ou
0
loose me and I go '
s ee the Arms
,
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Spread fo r me l 10
His Tears quench yo ur charms
He from the deep doth rise
And round me s et
H is Love fo r net
,
.
.
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73
XLVI I
“
O H IDE
IN
ME
T
HY L O VE
H I DE me in T hy love secure
Fr om thi s earth clinging meanness
Lave my uncleanness
I n Thy comp assionating love
0
,
-
Bury this treache ry as deep
A S mercy is enrooted
M y days ill fruited
S h ake till the S hrivelled bur den f all
.
.
-
.
P ut by those righteous arr ows Lord
P ut ev n Thy j ustice by Thee
S O I come nigh Thee
A s came the M agdal en t o Thy feet
,
’
.
And like a heavy stone that s cast
I n a pool o n Thee I throw me
A nd feel o erflo w me
Ripples o f pity deep w aves o f love
’
,
,
’
,
.
,
'
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XLV III
B IR D S OF L O NG I NG
WH Y come ye back unladen ye wild bi r ds
,
Tamed t o the lowly freightage o f my thought
I nto the m o m ye went with urgent wing
A n d every feathe r o f each small breast w a s f r aught
With my desire wild bir ds I
And n o w ye move slowly as drowsy herds
And lo ye bring me nought
,
,
,
.
,
ye again f r om this lost towe r w ild bir ds
And w hen the angels o f the dawn unpen
D ay s flock o f w hi te swift wings fly ye with them
O ve r this wilderness where weary men
S ti r in unquiet sleep
And the snake E vil her long watch doth keep
F ly ye afar and when
Go
,
,
’
,
,
,
,
,
Ye reach those di ffi cult skies 0 wild w ild bir ds
And in deep bowers o f light day s bir ds ar e hi dden
And wearier beat yo ur wings beneath the weight
O f all my longing even as tempest chi dden
F ai nt s ea birds drop to s ea
Then shall God s pity lift you tenderly
To Heavens no more fo rbidden
,
,
,
’
-
,
-
’
.
,
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Yet though forgetful I did s ee
And hear d but cannot tell
And o n my forehe a d felt an ai r
Une arthl y o n my heart a spe ll
I have seen that whi ch deathless is
A n d hea r d— wha t I fo r eve r miss I
,
,
,
,
.
,
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L
PRA YE R
TO
MY
L OR D
eve r Thou didst love me love me n o w
When round me beat the flattering van s o f life
Kissin g with rapid breath my lifted brow
Love me if ever when the murmur o f stri fe
I n each dark byway of my being creeps
Whe n pity and pride passion and passion s loss
Wash wavelike round the world s eternal Cross
Till mid my fears a new bo rn love indignant leaps
IF
,
,
,
.
,
,
,
’
,
’
,
’
-
.
I f eve r T hou canst love me love me yet
When sweet impetuous loves within me stir
And the frail portals of my spirit fret
The love of love that makes Heaven heavenlie r
The love o f earth o f birds c hi ldren and light
Love o f thi s bitte r lovely native land
0 love me when sick with al l these I stand
And Death s far rumou red Wings beat o n the lonely
night
,
,
,
,
,
,
,
,
,
’
.
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