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… leaf shall fall, Ere the dark woods lighten , At the red earth 's call Brave bones shall whiten . And many a lass Shall wait her lover, Cold in the grass Where the vultures hover .
…end save the song , and the joy in the singing , And song alone may relieve the shadowy pain . I am weary even of song , and the lyre is cold , And my heart is lead , and the world seems very old . Dusk falls on the earth , and Apollo no more comes winging His way to me now ; it may be I shall sing not again . Yet to the dream I was true , and I followed the light Till it vanished , and left me in darkness all cold and forlorn ; It may be that is the end ; I know not nor care . If these songs that were wrought in the days of my springtide are f…
…MUMS AT NIGHT. IIKE balls of snow , - In the dark of the year The white chrysanthemums Appear . Like balls of snow , When the earth 's a-cold The white chrysanthemums Unfold . Like balls of snow , In a winter 's morn The white chrysanthemums Are born . Like balls of snow , In the garden gloom The white chysanthemums Out- loom . Like balls of snow , From dusk till dawn , Still as tapers they glow , Flooding light on the lawn .
…NET . . . W E two are on the self -same planet, - And were you over the gulf , on Mars, Would I not try a bridge to span it And dare the cold between the stars ? But you are here where skies are grey , And shivering trees are bleak and brown , And field and fen stretch far away , Mile on mile , from Cambridge town . They ' ve made a road from me to you , And lit their lamp - posts all along ; And there is nothing left to do But sing my ineffectual song . 178
… on the rolling wold , He lies deep down , in his red suit clad , He dreams with his heart that once was glad , And his mad red lips are cold . Barden Towers in a mist of rain , The trees all green and yellow and gold , A wistful gloom on the hills of pain And a tale of sadness told . 165
…soul Drank wine as pure as fire. And when I stand by Charing Cross I can forget to hear The crash of all the smoking wheels , When those cold flutes and clear Pipe with such fury down the street , My hands grow moist with fear . And there 's a hall in Bloomsbury No more I dare to tread , For all the stone men shout at me , And swear they are not dead ; And once I touched a broken girl And knew that marble bled .
…t winds cry and mourn ; The little twittering swallows Cry out their notes ; forlorn The grass at the sea 's edge On the cliff ledge . A cold grey sky ; the wind Rustles through the trees ; Chilled grasses weep ; unkind To them the icy breeze . Brown hedgerows sway and creak , The wind 's so bleak . 152
… pain . And the weary , changeless sea With spiritless white foam Lies level as a lea Under the empty dome : No life on sea or earth ; A cold , slow dearth . But the swallows cry in the rain , And a gull that floats on the sea , Cries out and cries out again , In listless monotony . And the wind cries and cries , And never dies . 153
…bare . At length approaching I espied Two gypsy women side by side, They turned their faces hard and bold And brown and freshened by the cold , And stared at me in gypsy wise With shrewd , unfriendly , savage eyes. No word they said , no more dared I , And so we passed each other by The only living things that met In all those miles of mist and wet .
…otting planks recede ; And , where gaping wide each notch is, swiftly through the silent watches In unsightly purple blotches creeps the cold Sargasso weed . “ Oh ! the everlasting screaming of the carrion sea birds teeming Round about the wreckage - gleaming in the sunset galaxy ; Wheeling out in noisy batches from the crazy , gaping hatches Over all the seed - weed patches staining the Sargasso Sea . “ Through the night the moonbeams flash on forms that rise in ghostly fashion , Praying with unearthly passion to the Gods to intercede : Raisin…
Marjory Mines. Evening . ITIS clear and cold 1 This Christmas night With snows that linger , And the great moon In her praise -light Like jewel worn on God 's ring -finger Is blurred , as the church -bell rings, By the young angels' wings. THE SWAN . THE other lights , the other trees , 1 The other houses hung in the pool Are his : he is the lord of these . It is a kingdom deep and cool . Preoccupied and white as dreams , He bends his head , watching his own , His still dominions . Brawling streams Could never make for him a throne . He knows i…
…you outward , out beyond our sight , Us with stretched arms and empty eyes on the far gleaming And marble sand . . . Beyond the shifting cold twilight , Further than laughter goes , or tears , further than dreaming ,
…m the flame ? yet grant to us the scourge But spare the bolt in Thine uplifted hand . Great God , Who dost not doom the sins of men With cold , grey justice of a human eye , Have not our fathers glorified Thy name ? Hath she no service yet ? O grant us then This respite , gracious Lord , or else to die Before our dear , dear country owns her shame . 213
…ter Bearing man and mate and master to irrevocable doom ; Far beyond the farthest traces left of men , to haunted places Helpless in the cold embraces of the drift - weed 's trailing bloom . Far from where the dark Atlantic Alings her rollers , corybantic , Breaking in on some romantic , reef - ringed , royal , island home : Far away from where terrific rolls the restless pale Pacific Chiselling the hieroglyphic cliffs that front the Western foam .
…celling . Now I have broken Beauty 's wall , Now that my kindred world I hold , I care not though the cities fall And the green earth go cold . THE THREE HILLS . THERE were three hills that stood alone With woods about their feet . They dreamed quiet when the sun shone And whispered when the rain beat . They wore all three their coronals Till men with houses came And scored their heads with pits and walls And thought the hills were tame . Red and white when day shines bright , They hide the green for miles ; Where are the old hills gone ? At ni…
…r shadow at the sun , Darkly reminding him that he Relieve you when your work is done . Rally your wizardries , and wake A noonday panic cold and rude , Till ' neath the ferns the drowsy snake Is conscious of his solitude . Then as your sorcery declines Elaborate your pomp the more , So shall your gorgeous new designs Crown your beneficence before . 104
… sea , O mountains , make my song to be Mist of the mountains , foam of the sea . O western hills , the cradle of my race , Ye mountains cold , their marriage - bed and shroud , Than yours I'll seek no other wife 's embrace If I may speak your stormy soul aloud . O sea , O mountains , make my song to be Mist of the mountains , foam of the sea . 195
…s I find the little flower of friends Whose very name that sweetly ends I say when I have said , Yasmin . The morning light is clear and cold : I dare not in that light behold A whiter light , a deeper gold , a glory too far shed , Yasmin . But when the deep red eye of day is level with the lone highway And some to Meccah turn to pray , and I toward thy bed , Yasmin ; Or when the wind beneath the moon is drifting like Or when coul aswood tas talk 1 And harping Planets talk love 's tune with milky wings outspread , Yasmin ; Give me thy love , O …
…lips began To pipe shrill words he might not speak Oh master , oh my master , man , Thou art so strong : I am so weak ! I wander naked , cold , and blind ; Leave me no longer in the night : Pity the creature of thy mind : Give back the warmth , give back the light . A thousand , thousand years of time I drank men 's blood , I drew their thought : Dwelt in an ecstasy sublime , And what I would superbly wrought . And man that made me , weeting not The thing he fashioned did believe Himself the creature , his the lot And mine the power his lot to …
…ade of steel with hilts of subtle gold , A sword between two lilies , a sword unsheathed Swung among snowflakes, sweet , hard , tender , cold . Oh fair and straight, in a furnace of delight With naked love to blow the flames , they wrought Your beauty of dreams enored in summer night , Sharp flashes of song, and poets' molten thought , And golden ornaments of prodigal spring , And cool in tears they tempered the lovely thing , A cruelty , a wonder , a delight. - A little cruel , for steel must needs be keen And cruel, but a blade of wonder, wit…