#English
‘_There are no ghosts in America.… There are no ghosts, you say, To haunt her blaze of light; No shadows in her day, No phantoms in her night.
Give me the sunlight and the sea And who shall take my heaven from… Light of the Sun, Life of the Su… O happy, bold companion, Whose golden laughters round me ru…
Under an arch of glorious leaves… Out of the wood and saw the sickle… Floating in daylight o’er the pale… It was the quiet hour before the s… Gathers the clouds to prayer and s…
(After a glimpse of a certain monu… Victory Celebration) The thousand-windowed towers were… Throngs of all nations filled that… And, rich with dreams of the appro…
Fashion on fashion on fashion, (With only the truth growing old!) And here’s the new purple of passi… (And love waiting out in the cold) Who’ll buy?
As I was walking Alone by the sea, ‘_What is that whisper?_’ Said Merlin to me. ‘Only,’ I answered,
(It is supposed that Shadow-of-a-… more ancient sense of ‘beautiful.’… As along a dark pine-bough, in sle… The moon lay to listen, above the… In a deep dreaming wood that is ol…
In old Japan, by creek and bay, The blue plum-blossoms blow, Where birds with sea-blue plumage… Through sea-blue branches go: Dragons are coiling down below
Trumpeter, sound for the last Cru… Sound for the fire of the red-cros… Sound for the passion, the splendo… That swept the world for a dead M… Sound, till the answering trumpet…
They are buffeting out in the bitt… —Blow the man down, bullies, blow… Sea-lark singing to Golden Feather,
Long, long ago, He said, He who could wake the dead And walk upon the sea– ‘Come, follow Me. Leave your brown nets and bring
When daffodils danced in Chuck Ha… Drew their own shadowy purple acro… Darkening the valley where the sma… The Saxon built stood roofless to… Believe me, Memory, it was not a…
In the light of the silent stars t… In the weary cry of the wind and t… Under the breath of laughter, deep… I hear the Loom of the Weaver tha… The leaves of the winter wither an…
When the last charge sounds And the battle thunders o’er the p… Thunders o’er the trenches where t… Will it not be well with us, Veterans, veterans,
(Written after hearing a line of… under the palms of Southern Calif… Under the palms of San Diego Where gold-skinned Mexicans loll… And the red half-moons of their bl…
