Thine is the shrine more pilgrim-worn than allThe shrines of singers; high above the restThy trumpet sounds most loud, most manifest.Yet better were it if a lonely callOf woodland birds, a song, a madrigal,Were all the jetsam of thy sea’s unrest.For now thy praises have become too loudOn vulgar lips, and every yelping curYaps thee…
Voici venir le tempsNow is the hour when, swinging in the breeze,Each flower, like a censer, sheds its sweet.The air is full of scents and melodies,O languorous waltz ! O swoon of dancing feet!Each flower, like a censer, sheds its sweet,The violins are like sad souls that cry,O languorous waltz ! O swoon of dancing…
And all the thousand eyes of heaven were bright;But Sorrow came and led me back to thee.I turned my weary eyes towards the sun,Out of the leaden East like smoke came he.I laughed and said, ‘ The night is past and done ‘ ;But sorrow came and led me back to thee.I turned my face…
Like the far-off voice of the distant light,The single piping trillOf a bird that has caught the scent of the dawn,And knows that the night is over ;(She has poured her dews on the velvet lawnAnd drenched the long grass and the clover),And now with her naked white feetShe is silently passing away,Out of the…
For free devices, some deliberate cageWherein to keep wild thoughts like birds in thrall;To eat sweet honey and to taste black gall,To fight with form, to wrestle and to rage,Till at the last upon the conquered pageThe shadows of created Beauty fall.This is the sonnet, this is all delightOf every flower that blows in every…
The white-winged ships drift with the falling tide,Come back, my love, with pity in your eyes!The tall white ships drift with the falling tide.(Far, far away I hear the seamews’ cries.)Come back, my love, with pity in your eyes !There is no room now in my heart for pride.Come back, come back ! with pity…
Oh ! all my joy and all my duty thou !The beauty of caresses that have been,The evenings and the hearth remember now,Mother of Memories! O mistress-queen !The evenings burning with the glowing fire,And on the balcony, the rose-stained nights!How sweet, how kind you were, my soul’s desire.We said things wonderful as chrysolites,When evening burned…
Through the green meadows he did passOn the day he was full seventeen.The lark was singing up over his head,As he went by so lithe and fleet,And the flowers danced in white and redAt the treading of his nimble feet.His neck was as brown as the brown earth isWhen first the young brown plough-boys delve…
Rubies and emeralds and amethysts glow.See! that huge circle like a necklace, staresWith thousands of bold eyes to heaven, and daresThe golden stars to dim the lamps below,And in the mirror of the mire I knowThe moon has left her image unawares.That’s the great town at night: I see her breasts,Pricked out with lamps they…
With sweet sad fold of lips uncomforted,And listless hands more tired with strife than meek ;Turn here thy soft brown feet, and to my heart,Unmatched to Summer’s golden minstrelsy,Or Spring’s shrill pipe of joy, sing once againSad songs, and I to theeWell tuned, will answer that according partThat jarred with those young seasons’ gladder strain.Give…
