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A Meditation In Time Of War
A Meditation In Time Of War
FOR one throb of the artery,
While on that old grey stone I Sat
Under the old wind-broken tree,
I knew that One is anim…
A Man Young And Old: X. His Wildness
A Man Young And Old: X. His Wildness
O bid me mount and sail up there
Amid the cloudy wrack,
For peg and Meg and Paris' love
That had so straight a…
A Man Young And Old: VII. The Friends Of His Youth
A Man Young And Old: VII. The Friends Of His Youth
Laughter not time destroyed my voice
And put that crack in it,
And when the moon's pot-bellied
I…
A Man Young And Old: V. The Empty Cup
A Man Young And Old: V. The Empty Cup
A crazy man that found a cup,
When all but dead of thirst,
Hardly dared to wet his mouth
Imagining, moon-accu…
A Man Young And Old: IV. The Death Of The Hare
A Man Young And Old: IV. The Death Of The Hare
I have pointed out the yelling pack,
The hare leap to the wood,
And when I pass a compliment
Rejoice…
A Man Young And Old: II. Human Dignity
A Man Young And Old: II. Human Dignity
Like the moon her kindness is,
If kindness I may call
What has no comprehension in't,
But is the same for al…
A Man Young And Old
A Man Young And Old
I
First Love
THOUGH nurtured like the sailing moon
In beauty's murderous brood,
She walked awhile and blushed…
A Last Confession
A Last Confession
What lively lad most pleasured me
Of all that with me lay?
I answer that I gave my soul
And loved in misery,
But had great …
A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety
A Drunken Man's Praise Of Sobriety
COME swish around, my pretty punk,
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fil…
A First Confession
A First Confession
I admit the briar
Entangled in my hair
Did not injure me;
My blenching and trembling,
Nothing but dissembling,
Nothi…
A Dream Of Death
A Dream Of Death
I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand,
And they had nailed the boards above her face,
The peasant…
A Dialogue Of Self And Soul
A Dialogue Of Self And Soul
i{My Soul} I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
Upon the broken, crumbling battlem…
A Crazed Girl
A Crazed Girl
THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling …
A Coat
A Coat
I MADE my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in …
A Bronze Head
A Bronze Head
HERE at right of the entrance this bronze head,
Human, superhuman, a bird's round eye,
Everything else withered and mummy-dead.
What …
Why Was Cupid a Boy
Why Was Cupid a Boy
Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?
He should have been a girl,
For aught that I can see.
For he shoots with his bow,
To the Muses
To the Muses
Whether on Ida's shady brow,
Or in the chambers of the East,
The chambers of the sun, that now
From ancient melody have ceas'd;
Whethe…
To Tirzah
To Tirzah
Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth
Must be consumed with the Earth
To rise from Generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
The Sexe…
To The Accuser Who is The God of This World
To The Accuser Who is The God of This World
Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce
And dost not know the Garment from the Man
Every Harlot was a Virgin once
To Spring
To Spring
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full cho…
To Morning
To Morning
O holy virgin! clad in purest white,
Unlock heav'n's golden gates, and issue forth;
Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let light
Rise from …
To Autum
To Autum
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,
And tune t…
Three Things to Remember
Three Things to Remember
A Robin Redbreast in a cage,
Puts all Heaven in a rage.
A skylark wounded on the wing
Doth make a cherub cease to sing.
He…
The Voice of the Ancient Bard
The Voice of the Ancient Bard
Youth of delight, come hither,
And see the opening morn,
Image of truth new born.
Doubt is fled, & clouds of reason,
…