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Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
Grey gaolers are my griefs That will not let me free; The bitterness of tears Is warder unto me. I may not leap or run;
Thou beautiful and ivory gates That shut my tears away from me - Even, at last, such refuge yield That great, safe doors of Ebony.
Little my lacking fortunes show For this to eat and that to wear; Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! An obol pays the Stygian fare. London, 1910
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.
‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
‘Let me be young,’ the Latmian sh… ‘And let me have on night-time hil… Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven’s… And gave his youth and dreams her… What news comrade upon the mountai…
Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but
The morning is new and the skies a… The day cometh in with the sun and… Hasten, belov’ed! For see, while you were yet sleepi… The cool and virgin feet of dawn w…
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,
Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief mu… With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory.
‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue
With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut m… From life.