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…hes each to each in dance As of a host enchanted , seeming still To taunt with strange expectancy of life And foil with runic mystery of trees . Wild beasts Aled to the forest glades , whose peace Seemed as a haven on a cliff-bound coast, Smiling a sunlit smile within the rift Of sombre leaf -surged beeches , or of pines Stern -trunked and straight as spears of ancient work , Sky-piercing , grown to trees by long disuse . And trunks half- fallen told in deathless speech The tale of lightning , ev'n as riven scars Upon the face of warriors grim …
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Enid Welsford . Look above , look below , look around you far and wide Dank grass , bent trees and nothing else you see ! He is too young to be alone , I should be at his side And oh that I were there with him beneath the rolling sea . 207
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…OCTIS REGINA MUNDI. (Invocation à la Lune . Ballade Argentée .) OH lustrous Lady of the luminous lake, Moving in magic mazes through the trees The sombre , swaying trees — light-lady , take A moment's murmurings ; heart -harmonies That break my breast : I kneel before thy knees , All humbly hesitant ; the silver shoon I crave to kiss make molten melodies To the Slow Nocturne of the Rising Moon . Oh lustrous Lady, for thy shadow 's sake Is slain my slumber, ended all my ease ; I dream at dawn , nor with the wild birds wake To dulcet day ; marred…
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…FIRST a vague walking through the half-dark wood, 1 An aimless feeling in the torpid blood ; A white blur growing through the black pine trees ; A gasp staccato , trembling in the knees, At more distinction of the coming face ; A cry to send the darkness round the place Reeling - " Ah shining lamp ” . . . “ Ah fellow flame, There was great darkness here until this came , This splendid rush of love demoniac .” And then - a sudden shiver down the back . 211
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…d meres and the streaming winds Sure, ceremonial, move to the pulse of change : Yea , Spirit shall see how from the teeming earth Waving trees and the beautiful lives of flowers Flicker like tongues of flame ; Shall see how man , the bright untameable spirit , Leaps and aspires and burns upward for ever , A quivering flame , beyond the flaming stars .
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…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
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… 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
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…RAY BELL . SPRING IN MONTPARNASSE . HROUGH the more limpid air the live trams clash And pitch , with more impetuous speed imbued : Black 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…
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…nd . TENEBRIS INTERLUCENTEM . A LINNET who had lost her way n Sang on a blackened bough in Hell, Till all the ghosts remembered well The trees , the wind, the golden day . At last they knew that they had died When they heard music in that land , And someone there stole forth a hand To draw a brother to his side .
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… 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
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…lapping, lapping of the stream 1 Makes songs around my lazy-light canoe ; The soft brown haze of dusk shines softly through The dripping trees, and the damp meadows seem A plateau as of lost desire , a dream That melts from gold to gray : a soft breeze blew Across the brow of waking night, and dew Re-bathes the earth that grows a fading gleam . The sleepy river ripples , ripples ever Betwixt the old brown wall and meadows trim ; The tideless song of Never , Never , Never Lulls the wet woods , and ever growing dim The fields are grey with mist ,…
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… 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 it not , it knows him not , This other world hung in the pool Possession is his lonely lot , Lord of a kingdom deep and cool . 131
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… light that's ruddier dawning , On the snows of Fuji San . While the filmy haze is lifting , I can see through many a rifting Shaggy fir trees , little islands , Like a painted Nipon fan , Like a fan that 's silver rounded , For the bay is sandy bounded , Stretching to the flowery highlands Of the heart of Old Japan . Here are things that Westerns share not , Here business , time and haste compare not In the dull or in the clever With the peace of mind of man ; Here with joy in mist and glamour , Droning chant and ringing clamour , Naked childr…
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James Elroy Flecker . Have I not chased the fluting Pan Through Cranham 's sober trees ? Have I not sat on Painswick Hill With a nymph upon my knees , And she as rosy as the dawn , And naked as the breeze ? IV. But when I lie in Grecian fields , Smothered in asphodel Or climb the blue and barren hills , Or sing in woods that smell With such hot spices of the South As mariners might sell Then my heart turns where no sun burns , To lands of glittering rain , To fields beneath low - clouded skies New - widowed of their grain , And Autumn leaves li…
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…d but a slighter fashioning of her own . As once did sleep the present , sleeps the past : Who knows whether the same still sentinels of trees Await not in some nether depth of time The reinsurgence of their reign of sleep , When men shall hail them once again with joy A new land watching o' er the unknown sea . 127
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… and sought the morn 1 That beat upon my window : from the sill I watched sweet lands , where Autumn light new - born Swayed through the trees and lingered on the hill . If things so lovely are , why labour still To dream of something more than this I see ? Do I remember tales of Galilee , I who have slain my faith , and freed my will ? Let me forget dead faith , dead mystery , Dead thoughts of things I cannot comprehend . Enough the light mysterious in the tree , Enough the friendship of my chosen friend . 78
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…me And the love of my soul !” ( Douglas Hyde . From the Irish ). Look above , look below , look around on every side ! Dank grass , bent trees and nothing else you see , Why talk you then so wildly of the rolling of the tide , The wind that stirs bad weather up , a ship that sails the sea ? Do you see him , do you see him ? He 's standing by the mast . Come back , come back ! Oh will you never hear ? He stands upright , half smiling , with his face towards the blast , My voice is weak and cannot reach as far as you , my dear . Hide your eyes , …
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Richard Buxton . Your heart is like an orchard That has the sun forever in its leaves ; Where on the grass beneath the trees There falls the shadow of the fruit That ripen there for me . AUTUMN THOUGHTS . ROSES and kisses alike we ' ve known and enjoyed I to the fullest : Yesterday 's roses are dead , those of next year are not born . Autumn comes on apace . O take my head on your bosom ; Let us reason awhile between a kiss and a kiss . All my body and soul are bent and bowed to your service , Take my body and soul , give me your body and soul …
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…nt June , where , slow and clear , Wide - bosomed waters steal between The pollen 'd rushes , sunshine lit; And down the air beneath the trees Comes fragrantly the hum of bees . But most I look these tropic days , For flickering flames on ruddy walls , On books in ancient oaken stalls , And those few prints I fain would praise ; Where cushioned low before the fire Perhaps may be my heart 's desire . 100
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…land I found them hard to understand ; And now I'm dead I often lie Wondering whether they ' re mad , or I. I like the rain and wind and trees And birds and flowers and cows and bees , Who work and play and make no lies To prove that they are good and wise . I like the children best of all And watch them playing till nightfall ; And when they ' ve left me , Jimmy dear , I feel so awful lonely here ." Jimmy opened his eyes again : Mary looked so prim and plain , He couldn 't really feel afraid To think she 'd watched them as they played . “ I ha…