#AmericanWriters
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
Musicians O Musicians: Heartseas… Heartsease: an you will have me li… Light wind in the small green leav… Play, oh play, my sad heart ease; Birds, shake from your wilding thr…
THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?
All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?
Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.
‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue
Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I’ll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun’s Gold flood.
And the centurion who stood by sai… Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy… Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclips…
To Walter Savage Landor Ah, Walter, where you lived I rue These days come all too late for m… What matter if her eyes were blue Whose rival is Persephone?
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;
‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.
Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break f… And fall.
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,