While one by one the lamps come out
To thread the twilight with a gleam.
There is no sign of leaf or bud,
A hush is over everything–
Silent as women wait for love,
The world is waiting for the spring.
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And when I asked them where it wasThey said I couldn’t understand.I thought they must have hidden it,I hunted for it all the day,And when I told them so at nightThey smiled and turned their heads away.They say that love is something kind,That I can never see or touch.I wish he’d sent me something else,I…
The wide, bright temple of the world I found,
That I might kneel and worship thee in it;Leaving the singing stars their ceaseless roundOf silver music sound on orbed sound,For measured spaces where the shrines are lit,And men with wisdom or with little witImplore the gods that mercy may abound.Ah, Aphrodite, was it not from theeMy summons came across the endless spaces?Mother of Love,…
IN Warsaw in Poland
The one I love best of allThought of me to-day;I know, for I wentWinged as a bird,In the wide flowing windHis own voice I heard;His arms were round meIn a ferny place,I looked in the poolAnd there was his face—But now it is nightAnd the cold stars say:‘Warsaw in PolandIs half the world away.’
I heard a cry in the night,
Sharp as a flash of light,My name, my name!It was your voice I heard,You waked and loved me so —I send you back this word,I know, I know!
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,…
My heart is heavy with many a song
But I can never give you one —My songs do not belong to me.Yet in the evening, in the duskWhen moths go to and fro,In the gray hour if the fruit has fallen,Take it, no one will know.