Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell,—Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee:
Say to her, ‘My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here.’
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October — November —How she disliked the cold!She used to watch the swallowsGo down across the sky,And turn from the windowWith a little sharp sigh.And often when the brown leavesWere brittle on the ground,And the wind in the chimneyMade a melancholy sound,She had a look about herThat I wish I could forget —The look of…
‘Wolf!’ cried my cunning heart
And roused the countryside.‘Wolf! Wolf!’—and up would startGood neighbours, bringing spadeAnd pitchfork to my aid.At length my cry was known:Therein lay my release.I met the wolf aloneAnd was devoured in peace.
No hawk hangs over in this air:
The wing adroiter than a sailMust lean away from such a gale,Abandoning its straight intent,Or else expose tough ligamentAnd tender flesh to what beforeMeant dampened feathers, nothing more.Forceless upon our backs there fallInfrequent flakes hexagonal,Devised in many a curious styleTo charm our safety for a while,Where close to earth like mice we goUnder the horizontal…
Not in a silver casket cool with pearls
Locked, and the key withheld, as other girlsHave given their loves, I give my love to you;Not in a lovers’-knot, not in a ringWorked in such fashion, and the legend plain—Semper fidelis, where a secret springKennels a drop of mischief for the brain:Love in the open hand, no thing but that,Ungemmed, unhidden, wishing not to…
When we are old and these rejoicing veins
And out of all our burning their remainsNo feeblest spark to fire us, even in dream,This be our solace: that it was not saidWhen we were young and warm and in our prime,Upon our couch we lay as lie the dead,Sleeping away the unreturning time.O sweet, O heavy-lidded, O my love,When morning strikes her spear…
No matter what I say,
Is the rain that flattens on the bay,And the eel-grass in the cove;The jingle-shells that lie and bleachAt the tide-line, and the traceOf higher tides along the beach:Nothing in this place.