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Thou beautiful and ivory gates That shut my tears away from me - Even, at last, such refuge yield That great, safe doors of Ebony.
A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,
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?
Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,
Well and If day on day Follows and weary year On year . . . and ever days and ye… Well?
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
Nor stars . . the dark . . and in The dark the grey Ghost glimmer of the olive trees The black straight rows Of Cypresses.
‘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…
Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly’… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!
Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,
Great Kings were dust and all the… Did my harp’s taut and burnished s… The fragrance of dead ladies’ love… Blew never down but for my lute.
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still
THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?