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Awed by her splendor
Awed by her splendor Awed by her splendor stars near the lovely moon cover their own bright faces when she is roundest and lights earth with her silver
Hops
Hops Beneath the willow wound round with ivy we take cover from the worst of the storm, with a greatcoat round our shoulders and my hands around your waist. I've got it wrong.…
Come not when I am dead
Come not when I am dead Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. Ther…
Be Still, My Soul, Be Still
Be Still, My Soul, Be Still Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. Think rather,-- call to though…
From Paumanok Starting
From Paumanok Starting FROM Paumanock starting, I fly like a bird, Around and around to soar, to sing the idea of all; To the north betaking myself, to sing there arctic songs,…
Twenty Four Years
Twenty Four Years Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes. (Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.) In the groin of the natural doorway I crouched…
The Jewel Stairs' Grievance
The Jewel Stairs' Grievance The jewelled steps are already quite white with dew, It is so late that the dew soaks my gauze stockings, And I let down the crystal curtain And wat…
Faery Songs
Faery Songs I. Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more! oh, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root's white core. Dry your eyes! oh,…
To Sydney
To Sydney NOT thine where marble-still and white Old statues share the tempered light And mock the uneven modern flight, But in the stream Of daily sorrow and delight To seek a…
Lines
Lines UNFELT unheard, unseen, I've left my little queen, Her languid arms in silver slumber lying: Ah! through their nestling touch, Who---who could tell how much There is fo…
The Puzzler
The Puzzler The Celt in all his variants from Builth to Ballyhoo, His mental processes are plain--one knows what he will do, And can logically predicate his finish by his start;…
Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came
Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lie On mine, and…
From Far Dakota's Canons
From Far Dakota's Canons FROM far Dakota's cañons, Lands of the wild ravine, the dusky Sioux, the lonesome stretch, the silence, Haply to-day a mournful wail, haply a trumpet-n…
Imitation Of Tibullus
Imitation Of Tibullus 'Sulpicia ad Cerinthum.'Lib. iv. Cruel Cerinthus! does the fell disease Which racks my breast your fickle bosom please? Alas! I wish'd but to o'ercome th…
‘February. Take ink and weep,’
‘February. Take ink and weep,’ February. Take ink and weep, write February as you’re sobbing, while black Spring burns deep through the slush and throbbing. Take a cab. For a…
Song Of The Spirit
Song Of The Spirit Too sweet and too subtle for pen or for tongue In phrases unwritten and measures unsung, As deep and as strange as the sounds of the sea, Is the song that my…
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake,…
The Black Tower
The Black Tower SAY that the men of the old black tower, Though they but feed as the goatherd feeds, Their money spent, their wine gone sour, Lack nothing that a soldier needs,…
Only A Slight Flirtation
Only A Slight Flirtation ‘Twas just a slight flirtation, And where’s the harm, I pray, In that amusing pastime So much in vogue to-day? Her hand was plighted elsewhere To one…
Tentacles of Time
Tentacles of Time Sadho Ye Murdon Ka Gaon Peer Mare, Pygambar Mari Hain Mari Hain Zinda Jogi Raja Mari Hain, Parja Mari Hain Mari Hain Baid Aur Rogi Chanda Mari Hain, Suraj Mar…
Crucifying
Crucifying By miracles exceeding power of man, He faith in some, envy in some begat, For, what weak spirits admire, ambitious hate : In both affections many to Him ran. But O !…
Death of a Believer
Death of a Believer Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him, Yet at the last, ere a sword-thrust could save, Yet at the last, with his masters around him, He spoke of th…
First Date Tree Saeeded By Abdul Rahman The Firs
First Date Tree Saeeded By Abdul Rahman The Firs You are the apple of my eye, My heart's delight: I am remote from my valley, To me you are the Burning Bush of Sinai! You are a…
Stanzas
Stanzas WITHIN our happy castle there dwelt One Whom without blame I may not overlook; For never sun on living creature shone Who more devout enjoyment with us took: Here on his…