He rose on eastern islands
For Grecian girls and men;
The twilight is as clear a blue,
The star as shaken and as bright,
And the same thought he gave to them
He gives to me to-night.
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Fusing them into a polished crystal ballWhere I can see the moon and the flashing sun.I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent,Watching the future come and the present go,And the little shifting pictures of people rushingIn restless self-importance to and fro.
I am afraid, oh I am so afraid!
As long ago when they would take the lightAnd leave the little child who would have prayed,Frozen and sleepless at the thought of death.My heart that beats too fast will rest too soon;I shall not know if it be night or noon, —Yet shall I struggle in the dark for breath?Will no one fight the…
Love in my heart was a fresh tide flowing
The sun was keen and the foam was blowingHigh on the rocky shore.But now in the dusk the tide is turning,Lower the sea gulls soar,And the waves that rose in resistless yearningAre broken forevermore.
Alone in the night
With pines around meSpicy and still,And a heaven full of starsOver my headWhite and topazAnd misty red;Myriads with beatingHearts of fireThe aeonsCannot vex or tire;Up the dome of heavenLike a great hillI watch them marchingStately and still.And I know that IAm honored to beWitnessOf so much majesty.
I shall bury my weary Love
In the forest tall and blackWhere none can see.I shall put no flowers at his head,Nor stone at his feet,For the mouth I loved so muchWas bittersweet.I shall go no more to his grave,For the woods are cold.I shall gather as much of joyAs my hands can hold.I shall stay all day in the sunWhere…
To-night I close my eyes and see
The years before I saw your faceGo by me with a wistful grace;They pass, the sensitive, shy years,As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.The years went by and never knewThat each one brought me nearer you;Their path was narrow and apartAnd yet it led me to your heart–Oh, sensitive, shy years, oh,…