#AmericanWriters
I have no heart for noon-tide and… But I will take me where more ten… Shakes, fold on fold, her dewy dar… And shelters me that I may weep i… And feel no pitying eyes, and hear…
Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.
Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,
Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break f… And fall.
Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou art come Upon the remote, cold place Of ultimate dissolution and
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
More dim than wining moon Thy face, mort faint Than is the falling wind Thy voice, yet do Thine eyes most strangely glow,
As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -
A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,
(Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day.
The sun is warm today, O Romulus, and on Thine older Palentine the birds Still sing.
THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?
Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but
Lo, All the Way, Look you, I said, the clouds will… Grow clear, the road Be easier for my travelling the fi… So sodden and dead,