• the prisoned sun moon in steep
• cloud-fastnesses
• and the S
• some day whose sun
• died in momentous me-
• -morable light
• some dying sun whose pyre
• Blazed with ------------ fire

   

• Her hands lay open in the long
• deep grass
• And the sweet points looked through
• like rosy flowers

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• Even as a child, of sorrow that we
• give
• The dead, but little at his heart can
• find,
• Since without need of thought in his clear mind
• Their turn it is to die &
• his to live

   

• As balmy as the breath of her
• you love
• When laid deep between her breasts
• it comes to you.

   

• some close-companioned inarticulate some voiceless hour
• When twofold silence was the
• song of love.

   

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• As the last cowslip in spring-fields
• we see
• with the first corn-poppy.

   

• The golden kingcup-fields with
• silver edge
• Where the cow-parsley skirts
• the hawthorn hedge.

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• Still shoot the dead drift down

       

• Added Textand we
• Whom trees that knew our sires
• shall cease to know
• And still stand silent

   

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• The winter garden beds all
• bare
• Save only when the redbreast
• lingering there
• Brings back one flower-like
• gleam to[?] mid the dark mould

   

• Il faut que toute le lieux pour dit
• Car je ne t'aime plus, ma mie.

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• Les larmes, comme le sang
• grisant ceux qui les font couler

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• The loves that from his hand
• have dropped away,
• Even as the beads of a told
• rosary

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• Above the enthroning throat

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• To say, “I must forget”
• Is to remember yet.

   

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• Hast ever said “Lo! I forget”
• Such thought was to remember yet.

       

• The upheaved forest-trees
• moss-grown today
• Whose roots are hillocks where
• the children play;

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• where the poets all—
• Echoes of singing nature—
• list her call.

   

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• “I hate” says over and above
• “This is a man soul that I might love.”
• None lightly says “My friend”: even so
• Be jealous of that name “My foe.”
• An enemy for an enemy,
• But dogs for what a dog may can be.
• Hold those at heart, and time shall prove.

   

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• “I saw the Sibyl at Cumæ”
• (one said) “with mine own eye.
• Added Texthung in a cage
• She hung in a jar sat on a stage to read her
• rune life-runes
• For all the passers-by.
• Said the boys, —‘What wouldst
• thou, Sibyl?’
• She answered, ‘I would die.’”

   

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• The [?] rosebud's blush that leaves it
• as it grows
• Into the [?] full-eyed fair unblushing rose;

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• Even as the dreariest swamps in
• sweet Springtide,
• Are most with maryflowers beatified.

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• or reading in some sunny nook
• Where grass-blade shadows
• fall across your book.

   

• The cuckoo-throb, the heartbeat
• of the Spring

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• At her foot step the water hen
• Springs from her nook & skimming
• the clear stream
• Ripples its waters in a sinuous curve
• And dives again in safety.

   

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• Deep in the sun-searched
• grass the dragon-fly
• Hangs like a blue thread loosened
• from the sky:—

   

• I Would to God I knew there were
• a god to thank
• When thanks rise in me

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• Tho blithe is Honfleur's echoing
• gloam
• When mothers call the children
• home

• Blithe is the shout on Hon-
• fleur's sand
• [?] As morning lights the
• sails to land.

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• with furnaces
• Of instant flame & petals
• of pure light.

         

• Even as the rose tree's verdure
• left alone
• Will flush all ruddy when the
• rose is gone;

       

• If “to grow old in Heaven is to grow young,
• (As the Seer saw & said)

   

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• And love & faith, the vehement heart of all.

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• Aye, mak/For I hate hatred worse than I hate you
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Aye, make it up & we'll shake hands, we two
For I hate hatred worse than I hate you.
• Aye, we'll shake hands, though scarce for love, we two:
• But I hate hatred worse than I hate you.

   

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• And heavenly things in your
• eyes have place,
• Those breaks of sky in the
• twilight face.

   

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• A test for Love. In every kiss sealed
• fast
• To feel the first kiss & forebode the last.

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• Though all the rest go by
• Ditties & dirges of the unan-
• swering [unswerving[?]] sky

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• For this can love, & does
• love, & loves me.
• For this can love, & does,
• & loves but me.

       

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• Sphinx-faced with unabashèd
• augury

       

• I shut myself in with my soul,
• And the shapes come eddying
• forth.

   

• To God at best, to chance
• at worst,
• Give thanks for good things
• from thy soul.

   

• Down on his silence the moon
• gazed
• Docile from the unmeasured dome;
• And as each gulf-scooped wave rang home
• With hoary crest upraised