To ripen and to wane, to bloom and seed;But thou, strong doer, mightst not wait thy deed,But thou, oh noblest, mightst not wait thy meed:Dead in thy prime!Gone, my beloved! I that held thine handLeft sudden in a joyless waste alone!I tossing on life’s sea, and thou to standHidden in the shadows of the silent…
One by one the days that areAll to tell their countless sum;Each to dawn and each to die—What so far as by and by?Waiting, waiting. ‘Tis not ours,This to-day that flies so fast:Let them go, the shadowy hours,Floating, floated, into Past.Our day wears to-morrow’s sky—What so near as by and by?
is this all you will teach me? I in the darkreaching my hand for you to help me forthto the happy sunshine where you stand, ‘Oh shame,to be in the dark there, prisoned!’ answer you;‘there are ledges somewhere there by which strong feetmight scale to daylight: I would lift you outwith just a touch, but…
Lo, we, that should be old, have learned our youth;We are not manly ripe; we have not dowerOf all the wisdom that a world can gainIn the centuries of work, peace, war, hope, pain;We are not strong with all the gathered powerFrom age to age left our inheritance;We stand not near the goal, there by…
angry disputings on Free-Will in man,Grace, Purity, and the Pelagian creed–an ignorantly bold poor child, who stoodshewing his rags before the Pope’s own eyes,and bade him come to shrive a beggar manhe found alone and dying in a shed,who sent him for the Pope, ‘not any elsebut the Pope’s self.’ And Innocent aroseand hushed the…
and wafts of hay scent from the sunburnt swathes:how the glad song of life comes everywhence,from thousand harmless voices, from blithe birdsthat twitter on incessant sweet good-nights,from homeward bees that, through the clover tufts,stray booming, pilfering treasures to the last,from sleepless crickets clamouring in the grass.to tell the world they’re happy day and night,from the…
Knows she’ll be she his tiny soul loves best;‘Tis love-time at the hawthorn blossom’s date:And the new flower-cups bare their hearts and waitWhile careless breezes bring them love for guest;And Youth laughs ready for the glad unrest;But Love that chooses lingers desolate.And I, who seek, and yearn for love to stir,And I, who seek, and…
Late blossoms die for peeping forth; Rains numb, frost blights;Days are unsunned, storms tear the nights;The tree-buds wilt before they swell.Frosts in the buds, and frost-winds fell: And you, you sing.But let no song be sweet in spring;Spring is but hope for after-time,And what is hope but spring-tide rime? But blights, but rain?Spring wanes unsunned,…
Hiss through the billows seething white,Fling the rock-surf in spray on high.Hurl the high seas on harbour bars,Madden them with thy havock-shriekAgainst the crimson beacon-stars —Thy rage no more can make me weak.The ship rides safely in the bay,The ship that held my hope in her —Whirl on, wild wind, in thy wild fray,We hear…
you do not need me there. Dear, be content,and take your pleasure; you shall tell me of it.There, go to don your miracles of gauze,and come and show yourself a great pink cloud.So, she has gone with half a discontent;but it will die before her curls are shaped,and she’ll go forth intent on being pleased,and…
