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To ---- ONE word is too often profaned For me to profane it; One feeling too falsely disdain'd For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother; And…
A Party Of Lovers
A Party Of Lovers Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs, Or else forget the purpose of the night, Forget their tea --…
Loitering with a Vacant Eye
Loitering with a Vacant Eye Loitering with a vacant eye Along the Grecian gallery, And brooding on my heavy ill, I met a statue standing still. Still in marble stone stood he,…
Andrea del Sarto
Andrea del Sarto But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all shall happen as you wish. You turn your face, but does it bring you…
Three Women
Three Women My love is young, so young; Young is her cheek, and her throat, And life is a song to be sung With love the word for each note. Young is her cheek and her throat;…
The Shadowy Waters
The Shadowy Waters I walked among the seven woods of Coole: Shan-walla, where a willow-hordered pond Gathers the wild duck from the winter dawn; Shady Kyle-dortha; sunnier Kyle…
XX
XX And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our faces, to cast light on…
For Him I Sing
For Him I Sing FOR him I sing, I raise the Present on the Past, (As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:) With time and space I him dilate--and fuse…
The Question
The Question I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring, And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring…
Old Tunes
Old Tunes As the waves of perfume, heliotrope, rose, Float in the garden when no wind blows, Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows; So the old tunes float in my mind, And…
They Were Welcome To Their Belief
They Were Welcome To Their Belief Grief may have thought it was grief. Care may have thought it was care. They were welcome to their belief, The overimportant pair. No, it took…
Oh fair enough are sky and plain
Oh fair enough are sky and plain Oh fair enough are sky and plain, But I know fairer far: Those are as beautiful again That in the water are; The pools and rivers wash so clea…
Hen's Nest
Hen's Nest Among the orchard weeds, from every search, Snugly and sure, the old hen’s nest is made, Who cackles every morning from her perch To tell the servant girl new eggs a…
Poseidon's Law
Poseidon's Law When the robust and Brass-bound Man commissioned first for sea His fragile raft, Poseidon laughed, and "Mariner," said he, "Behold, a Law immutable I lay on thee…
Rise, O Days
Rise, O Days RISE, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep! Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I devour'd what the earth gave me; Long I roam'd…
My Beauty
My Beauty Dressed as a bridegroom, I know my beauty shall come from afar, across distant lands of separation, after ages together. There he comes in silence attired as my dear…
The Poles
The Poles The Poles are within us, insurmountable while Awake, we sleep across, to the Gate of Mercy, I lose you to you, that is my Snow-Comfort, say, that Jerusalem is, say…
Negro Speaks of Rivers
Negro Speaks of Rivers I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the rivers.…
Lights
Lights When we come home at night and close the door, Standing together in the shadowy room, Safe in our own love and the gentle gloom, Glad of familiar wall and chair and floor…
Never Seek to Tell thy Love
Never Seek to Tell thy Love Never seek to tell thy love Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told he…
The Stevedores
The Stevedores We are the army stevedores, lusty and virile and strong, We are given the hardest work of the war, and the hours are long. We handle the heavy boxes, and shovel…
The Answer
The Answer When I go back to earth And all my joyous body Puts off the red and white That once had been so proud, If men should pass above With false and feeble pity, My dust wi…
Sonnet XVII. Happy Is England
Sonnet XVII. Happy Is England Happy is England! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with hig…
A monk sips morning tea
A monk sips morning tea A monk sips morning tea, it's quiet, the chrysanthemum's flowering. Translated by Robert Hass