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AMONG the shallows where the san… Is golden and the waves are small, I love to lie, and to my hand How many little treasures fall! What shells and seaweed grace the…
MY hollyhocks are all awake, And not a single rose is lost; My wallflowers, for dear pity’s sa… Have fought the winter’s cruel fro… Pink peony buds begin to peer,
OH God! if I do my duty And walk in the thorny way, Will you pay me with heavens of be… Millions of lives away? Will you give me the music of heav…
A YEAR ago we walked the wood— A year ago to-day; A blackbird fluttered round her br… Deep in the white-flowered may. We trod the happy woodland ways,
THE monastery towers, as pure and… As virgin vows, reached up white h… The walls, to guard the hidden hea… Were strong as sin, and white as s… And there came holy men, by world’…
YOU will not come again Along the deep-banked lane To where the field and fold so lon… You know no more the way To where, so many a day
You see the fairies dancing in the… Laughing, leaping, sparkling with… You see the gnomes, at work beneat… Make gold and silver and diamonds… You see the angels, sliding down t…
DEAR goddess of the shining shri… Where all my votive tapers burn, Where every gold-embroidered thoug… And all my flowers of life are bro… —With many, alas! that are not min…
THROUGH many days and many days The seed of love lay hidden close; We walked the dusty tiresome ways Where never a leaf or blossom grow… And in the darkness, all the while…
BENEATH cool ferns, in dewy gra… Among the leaves that fringe the s… I hear the feet of lovers pass, —I hide all day, and dream. But when the night, with wide soft…
WHEN in my narrow cell I lie, The long day’s penance done at las… I see the ghosts of days gone by, And hear the voices of the past. I see the blue-gray wood-smoke cur…
HERE’S the Spring-time, Sweet! Earth’s green gown is new, Lambs begin to bleat, Doves begin to coo, Birds begin to woo
THIS mystery of golden hair, Of eyes and lips and bosom fair, Is not—if one could really see— Mere flesh and blood, like you and… This is a sphinx whose still lips…
There was a garden, very strange a… With all the roses summer never br… The snowy blossom of immortal Spr… Lighted its boughs, and I, even I… There were new heavens, and the ea…
ADIEU, Madame! The moon of May Wanes now above the orchard grey; The white May-blossoms fall like… As Love foretold a month ago— Or was it only yesterday?