And a crumb for robin redbreast
On the cold days of the year.
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I loved my love from green of Spring
But now that leaves are witheringHow should one love at all?One heart’s too smallFor hunger, cold, love, everything.I loved my love on sunny daysUntil late Summer’s wane;But now that frost begins to glazeHow should one love again ?Nay, love and painWalk wide apart in diverse ways.I loved my love – alas to seeThat this should…
Who has seen the wind?
But when the leaves hang trembling,The wind is passing through.Who has seen the wind?Neither you nor I.But when the trees bow down their heads,The wind is passing by.
THE FLESH
‘More pale to see,Christ hung upon the cruel treeAnd bore His Father’s wrath for me.’‘Sweet, thou art sad.’‘Beneath a rodMore heavy, Christ for my sake trodThe winepress of the wrath of God.’‘Sweet, thou art weary.’‘Not so Christ:Whose mighty love of me suffic’dFor Strength, Salvation, Eucharist.’‘Sweet, thou art footsore.’‘If I bleed,His feet have bled; yea in…
If I might see another Spring
I’d have my crocuses at onceMy leafless pink mezereons,My chill-veined snow-drops, choicer yetMy white or azure violet,Leaf-nested primrose; anythingTo blow at once, not late.If I might see another SpringI’d listen to the daylight birdsThat build their nests and pair and sing,Nor wait for mateless nightingale;I’d listen to the lusty herds,The ewes with lambs as white…
I rose at the dead of night
To look for my Mother’s ghostWhere the ghostly moonlight shone.My friends had failed one by one,Middleaged, young, and old,Till the ghosts were warmer to meThan my friends that had grown cold.I looked and I saw the ghostsDotting plain and mound:They stood in the blank moonlightBut no shadow lay on the ground;They spoke without a voiceAnd…
There is one that has a head without an eye,
You may find the answer if you try;And when all is said,Half the answer hangs upon a thread.