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OLWEN WARD. SONG . I OVE with light step passes , And returns not ever As wind among the grasses, As wind upon a river . The grasses lean and listen Where the wind has beckoned , Stoop and sway and glisten For a fleeting second . Only one, in token Of that light-foot lover, Only one is broken And the rest recover. So Love comes and passes , As the wind comes , shaking Lightly many grasses, And one only breaking . 204
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Constantine Michaelides . Are you the toy of air light ? Have you no helm to steer ? A derelict each air sprite To every wind can veer ? Can your guns slay no slayer ? Your sailors hoist no sail ? Have you no magic sayer To conjure up a gale ? Is the orchid flower your magnet ? The waving grass your rope ? Is fickleness your signet ? Your only harbour Hope ? Oh Admiral , Red Admiral, On what sea do you sail ? What wind doth strain your creaking masts ? And whither drives the gale ? 124
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… , And it grew a god 's green tomb . And he rose again to be All the pulsing world to me. "SEASCAPE . ACROSS the sandy shallows The salt 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
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…lfilment of dreams is itself a dream ... Because your face is with me in the dark Behold ! “ The Bride 's Descent " Bitter and shrill, O wind , bitter and shrill ... 154 10 201 171 “ Cambridge indeed is beautiful ,” he said Climb, cloud and pencil all the blue Come away , you fools , you fools Come to where the wind is sighing 101 104 45 199 Do you know the soul of night ? Ere the snow lies sleek ... Exile from humankind ... 66 217 po
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…you are , so near - and still I seek you everywhere, Nor find you anywhere. III. Pipe me a silver song, A fleeting strain , Like shining wind along A leafy plain Swift sunlight caught among Shadows and rain. Calling loud and calling still, Over mossy bank and rill , Piping soft and piping shrill . 180
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Francis Békássy. Over endless waters wind , Chase the fast stream faster ; All but love is left behind : Death shall prove the master ! Now the sparrows cease their cry ; Silence stands appalling. Still and far and deep I'll lie, Where the snow is falling . FRAGMENTARY VIEWS . 1. Waters . ARCHES all green and chestnuts hardly white , Rough grass , and clumpy marigolds I see Within the water : but how changed quite ! A world begins , where tree doth grow from tree . What dusky Earths , what Fires at all compare With thee , what Air , what Shadow…
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…tatues and a bright - eyed love, And foolish thoughts of good and ill, And prayers to them who sit above ? How shall we conquer ? Like a wind That falls at eve , our fancies blow , And old Maeonides the blind Said it three thousand years ago . 13
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…S 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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… . 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
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…ss comes with fingers stealing Without mercy , without feeling , Waiting but to grip your story , Then he'll close it, Old Japan . * THE WINDMILL . " COME to where the wind is sighing, Where the bats are thickly Aying , Where the red lights lie a- dying , And the evening droops its shroud 199
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…r . 1 Marble I wrought in, iron and gold . Ever and ever this house will hold . When I had made it fair and strong I set it drifting the wind along While I went seeking by hall and stair , Sure of finding my darling there . 185
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JOHN ALFORD , THE SINGERS. THERE 'S a mist on the land , low Aying O' er cottage and meadow and pen , And a wind in the eaves is crying From over the fen . Fallen the treasure of beeches And naked the tangle of thorn , And the bare boughs make sad speeches And sighings forlorn . There 's death in the marshes reeking And death in the arm of the air , And our hearths to the mists are leaking And no warmth there . Sweet ye bards was the singing Of magical numbers ye made When summer her bounty was Ainging O’ er forest and glade . And we hearing fo…
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…! - Their prey will vanish in the opening morn . Only a little while the trappings gleam , And for a little space doth sound a horn . 3. Winds . room to . TIPTOE up and down and all about What folly prompts you , wind , from room ? Leave now the creaking staircases ; go out ; Make sturdy movement all across the broom And in the heather - bells ; or in a mead Stiffen the hairs upon a horse 's mane ; And , unreluctant as the moments speed Soar to destruction in the slanting rain .
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… untravelled , lies an ocean sea -weed ravelled No charts hold - or ever have held — where that deadly sea may lie; But each day the sad wind sighs on ships , with men and merchandise on , Fading from the far horizon , drifting , drifting down to die . Ever drifting , fleeter , faster – drifting to untold disaster 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 rol…
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…ng up the wall , The sparrows twittering ; and that is all . I thought to send my soul to far - off lands , Where fairies scamper on the wind - swept sands , Or where the autumn rain comes drumming down On huddled roofs in an enchanted town . But , O my sleepy soul , it will not roam , It is too happy and too warm at home ; With just the shadows leaping up the wall , The sparrows twittering ; and that is all . THE MOUNTAINS IN WINTER . I INUTTERABLY far , and still , and high , The mountains stand against the sunset sky , O little angry heart ,…
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…s Grow dazed and numb . . . Then suddenly The music grips me , thrills to me With little shudders up my flesh , Like sunsparks where the wind is fresh , That scatter out across a lake , When day is new and just awake . 208
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…af and blind : Fast as they turn their foolish eyes The Mænads leap behind , And when I hear the fire - winged feet , They only hear the wind .
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JEAN ISABEL SMITH . * EASTERN WINTER . RITTER and shrill, O wind , bitter and shrill, D Spare us no slashings of thy frozen blade ; Most potent slayer, stunning heart and will, Thought -numbing , grinding, searing , unafraid ; Scourge of the iron sea and snow - dumb ways , Whirl the white stinging dust through lifeless skies ; We wear the shackles of relentless days , Give us thy keenliest - whetted cruelties : Then , when we flee , by shadowy ways and far , These mindless shapes bereft of mystery , And fare through lands where scents and colou…
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Victor B . Neuburg . A LOST SPIRIT . ( The Spirit seeks re-incarnation .) | PASS by darkened windy ways , 1 Through bog and dripping heather ; I flash before the silver rays The moon holds tight together . I sing beneath the waning moon ; An ancient god -forgotten rune Springs to my lips to taste , and soon The way behind with light is strewn. O silent city silver - lit, O rainy roads reflecting Tall houses where the old ghosts fit , Their shadows thin projecting Across my path — the street lamps glare Before my soft eyes everywhere . Ah ! men …
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F . W . Stokoe. But silent the hall was, and empty the bower ; It was only an echo that sang in the tower. I went to the window and saw them stare At my palace hanging serene in air . I know they hate me : I hear them cry, The mad magician has learnt to fly ! ” “ What , I have found you ? This is your face , Clear in the gloom of the market - place : “ Quiet and clear in the turbid crowd , You , like a star in a wrack of cloud . “ Now you have seen me - now the surprise Dawns in the dark of your dreaming eyes . “ You ,- oh for you the palace , …