And hath condemned the honeyed utteranceOf silver flutes and mouths made round to sing.Along the wall red roses climb and cling,And oh! my prince, lift up thy countenance,For there be thoughts like roses that entranceMore than the languors of soft lute-playing.Think how the hidden things that poets seeIn amber eves or mornings crystalline,Hide in the…
Balm for bruised hearts and fancies alienTo unkind truth, and drying for sad eyes.I dread the summons to that fierce assizeOf all my foes and woes, that waits me whenThou mak’st my soul the unwilling denizenOf thy dim troubled house where unrest lies.My soul is sick with dreaming, let it rest.False Sleep, thou hast conspired…
Wherever his footsteps trodMy feet were wont to follow.But Oh ! it fell out one dayMy soul was so heavy with weeping,That I laid me down by the way ;And he left me while I was sleeping.And my soul awoke in the night,And I bowed my ear for his fluting,And I heard but the breath…
The apple-blossoms and the rosebuds beIn early blooming ; and a many soundOf ten-stringed lute, and most mellifluous breathOf silver flute, and mellow half-heard horn,Making unmeasured music. Thither DeathComing like Love, takes all things in the mornOf tenderest life, and being a delicate god,In his own garden takes each delicate thingUnstained, unmellowed, immature, untrod,Tremulous betwixt…
And as of old, in music measureless,I heard his golden voice and marked him traceUnder the common thing the hidden grace,And conjure wonder out of emptiness,Till mean things put on beauty like a dressAnd all the world was an enchanted place.And then methought outside a fast locked gateI mourned the loss of unrecorded words,Forgotten tales…
And a sunset that splashes the clouds with goldBut my heart to summer turning.Come back, sweet summer ! come back again !I hate the snow,And the icy winds that the north lands blow,And the fall of the frozen rain.I hate the iron ground,And the Christmas roses,And the sickly day that dies when it closes,With never…
Summer had crept away,And the birds were not calling.And the bracken was like yellow goldThat comes too late,When the heart is sad and old,And death at the gate.Ah, mournful Autumn ! Sad,Slow death that comes at last,I am mad for a yesterday, mad !I am sick for a year that is past!Though the sun be…
White he was as the curded cream,Hair like the buttercups he had,And wet green eyes like a full chalk stream.iiHis teeth were as white as the stones that lieDown in the depths of the sun-bright river,And his lashes danced like a dragon-flyWith drops on the gauzy wings that quiver.iiiHis lips were as red as round…
Into a leafy wood where is no throngOf birds at noon-day, and no soft throats yieldTheir music to the moon. The place is sealed,An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song,And all the unravished silences belongTo some sweet singer lost or unrevealed.So is my soul become a silent place.Oh, may I wake from this uneasy nightTo find…
Why hast thou come to trouble my delightWith memories ? Oh ! I had clean made endOf all that time, I had made haste to sendMy soul into red places, and to lightA torch of pleasure to burn up my night.What I have woven hast thou come to rend ?In silent acres of forgetful flowers,Crowned…
