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Frances Cornford . My idle hands and fingers brown Played with the pebbles grey ; The waves came up, the waves went down , Most thundering and gay . The pebbles they were smooth and round And warm upon my hands , Like little people I had found Sitting among the sands. The grains of sand so shining -small, Soft through my fingers ran ; The sun shone down upon it all, And so my dream began . How all of this had been before , How ages far away I lay on some forgotten shore As here I lie to- day . The waves came shining up the sands , As here to- d…
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…on . SONG . S some hot traveller Going through stones and sands , Who sees clear water stir Amid the weary lands , Takes in his hollowed hands The clean and lively water That trickles down his throat Like laughter , like laughter , So, when you come to me Across these parched places And all the waste I see Flowered with your graces , I take between my hands Your face like a rare cup Where kisses mix with laughter And drink and drink them up Like laughter , like laughter .
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…e . DAY THAT I HAVE LOVED . TENDERLY , day that I have loved , I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow , and fold your thin , dead hands. The grey veils of the half -light deepen ; colour dies . I bear you , a light burden , to the shrouded sands , Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths of the seas making Mist -garlanded , with all grey weeds of the water crowned . There you 'll be laid , past fear of sleep or hope of waking ; And over the unmoving sea , without a sound , Faint hands will row you outward , out beyond our sight , Us with…
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…surrender of myself again ; The misty hill , the leaden stream below Are waiting to accept me when I will , And if my stubborn heart and hands complain A slow wind moves upon the misty hill And whispers to me here of peace and rest , Of union with stone and grass and tree , Where being sleeps and is not cursed or blessed , Where hands can never feel and eyes not see , Where life and death alike are grey , In this grey land that sucks my life away .
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… agonies , Yet garners slow and sure as for a prize . I looked - belike you scarcely can believe ! And saw the bound and blood - stained hands , the Face Part bruised , all shamed by that it did receive , And yet , so fierce was I, forebore to grieve . I did expect a King (I saw a slave !) A kingdom ushered with the trump of God ; And this the thronement that His subjects gave A brutal hustling to a certain grave ! I looked , and looking could have cursed the more , But in a moment , lad , He looked on me ; And I was stricken ; sought half - bl…
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HAROLD MONRO . AN IMPRESSION . SHE wakes at sunrise on her little bed, Knits her white hands together round her knee , Shakes back her tangled hair , lifts up her head, And gazes through the casement at the sea . Full-winged the lovely thoughts begin to glide Across the calm blue surface of her eyes. The windows of her soul are open wide Toward the morning and the summer skies . Emerging from the portal of the night, She lingers with one foot upon the way , Then springs, a sudden vision of delight, Swift, with her arms outstretched , to meet th…
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… your eyes , And I will leave the deep -sea ships Their meaner merchandise . Give me the red gold of your hair , The ivory of your white hands , And I will sign a truce and swear To pillage no man 's lands. Give me the tempests of your love , The love -dark lightning of your smile , And I will seek no treasure -trove Buried in South Sea isle. The high seas of your heart shall be A new , more splendid Spanish Main ; Thereon will I set sail : for me Not gold , but greater gain . 90
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JOHN PRESLAND . THE BALLAD OF A SEA -NYMPH . HERE the water meets the sands All alone sat she, Wrung her hair with chilly hands That glimmered mistily . Phosphorescent were the drips From her hair she wrung , And like moonlight on her lips Were the words she sung. White she was, as white as foam 'Neath a moonlit sky, And the treasures of her home On her brow did lie . There he found her , he , a man , Wandering by the sea , And desire through him ran Misty white was she . There he wooed her , wooed her long , Till , within her eyes , Where were…
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…ck trees that all the winter seemed to brood Thought - swathed start up with sudden emerald flash And stretchings out of myriad crumpled hands : Huge ship - like corner - houses that till now Lay listless and becalmed shake from their prow Pennons that thrill towards unknown spring - lands : The cafés spread their awning - leaves above An early crop of pert habitués ; The teeming boulevard Alickers and sways With snap of life grown tenser ; half - beasts rove About the sky : even your coldness thaws To eagerness beneath the hot sun 's laws . 20
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…oss 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 .
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…ar , How for women can we feel That our seekings bar ? " Where the water meets the sands , All alone sat she , With her head between her hands , Facing from the sea . 160
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…boy , I come by height and hollow . For now I hear your music clear Cry : “ Follow ! Follow ! Follow !” II . I may not catch you with my hands , Your voice is just beyond my ear , And vision cannot reach the lands Where I might see you clear : They are so far , so near . 179
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…my head Because my mouth demands a spell to say , And misery demands her lawful toll Of inexpressive words , which I must pay , I set my hands towards you through the gloom , I set my painful love against the beat Of my blood 's fountain , set aside the throng Of devils , bid your presence fill the room , I cry to you , and call your shadow sweet , I make your name the tenour of my song , Thoralis , Thoralis , Thoralis —
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…ough Her mantle dim , her mantle blue , And heard her say : “ O dear world , help me to count less This once , the feet that stray , The hands that do not bless That men forever may Feel my caress .” Afternoon . W E cannot , like the wise men three , W Journey away to seek and see , But we can keep with feast and mirth The winter blossoming of earth ; Nor shut our doors , for we may then Shut out the travelling Wise Men , Who always tread the mazy way Age after age , upon this day , Singing the carol of the star . Their looks are bright . “ Fol…
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…hore ; One light the less , but in Jehovah 's Heaven One star the more ! THE CHALLENGE . TOW your grey eyes are filled with tears ; Your hands are trembling in my own ; The low voice falls upon my own ears , An undulating monotone . Your lips are gathered up to mine ; Your bosom heaves with fearful breath ; 58
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… soul, Drawing her through the web of things To the primal end of her journeyings , Her ultimate and constant pole . For Beauty with her hands that beckon Is but the Prophet of a Higher, A flaming and ephemeral beacon , A Phoenix perishing by fire . Herself from us herself estranges , Herself her mighty tale doth kill , That all things change yet nothing changes , That all things move yet all are still . 175
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…h beauty out of dust Did you forsake the earth . And yours the wonder of all times and lands , Of tongues , and work of human hearts and hands , Of thought , and deeds , and art . Only to you the unbroken temple stands That human love has wrought in every part To endure among the sands . For you beyond all earthly good we crave , Loveliest of spirits visiting us , save Your shy and seldom brother Who dwells beyond the silence of the grave ; And well it may be, you but serve that other , And his the best you gave . 188
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…them , their long V'd shadows slanting , While beside her walked the peacocks, and behind her strolled the page ; And she cried with her hands clasped , “ Why should these go flaunting ? They kill the pretty sunlight ! ' Tis the sign of Death and Age !" " There is nor age nor death for thee , my Lady , Thou art enchanted ” — and up he took his bow . “ True !” she cried laughing , “ but still more persuade me , Strike them through their long necks , through their long necks all of snow ! " 201
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John Alford. Then with nimble hands and quick , At the coming of the dawn, Generously have sprinkled thick Pearls and diamonds on the lawn. ODE ON NIGHT. Do you know the soul of night ? It is more unfathomable than the mind of a woman , It is more beautiful than her body . For night is as strong as a virgin in the prime of her womanhood , She is as tender as a mother with her babe at breast. My soul was aflame for her love . I went out to her and reached up but was unworthy . I strove for her as a river that strives towards a wide ocean . I cau…
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…her bridal laughter and bridal tear . Some are purple and cold - flecked grey , For her who has journeyed through life 's midway , Whose hands have cherished , whose love has blessed And cradled fair sons on her faithful breast , Who serves her household in fruitful pride , And worships the gods at her husband 's side . 168