Come with outstretched arms to take me,
Come with lips pursed up to cling.
Come, for life is a frail moth flying
Caught in the web of the years that pass,
And soon we two,so warm and eager,
Will be as the gray stones in the grass.
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When beauty grows too great to bear
For beauty more than bitternessMakes the heart break.Now while I watch the dreaming seaWith isles like flowers against her breast,Only one voice in all the worldCould give me rest.
It will not change now
Life has not broken itWith parting or tears;Death will not alter it,It will live onIn all my songs for youWhen I am gone.
To Eleonora Duse Ii
Your beauty lives in mystic melodies,And all the light about you breathes a song.Your voice awakes the dreaming airs that throngWithin our music-haunted memories.The sirens’ strain that sank within the seasWhen men forgot to listen, floats alongYour voice’s undercurrent soft and strong.Sicilian shepherds pipe beneath the trees;Along the purple hills of drifted sand,A lone Egyptian…
Lyric night of the lingering Indian summer,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,Ceaseless, insistent.The grasshopper’s horn, and far off, high in the maplesThe wheel of a locust slowly grinding the silence,Under a moon waning and warn and broken,Tired with summer.Let me remember you, voices of little insects,Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters,Let me remember you,…
Oh beauty that is filled so full of tears,
I pray you grant to me this depth of grace:That I may see before it disappears,Blown through the gateway of our hopes and fearsTo death’s insatiable last embrace,The glory and the sadness of your face,Its longing unappeased through all the years.No bitterness beneath your sorrow clings;Within the wild dark falling of your hairThere lies a…
I wear a crown invisible and clear,
Since you have crowned me softly in your heartWith love that is half ardent, half austere;And as a queen disguised might pass anearThe bitter crowd that barters in a mart,Veiling her pride while tears of pity start,I hide my glory thru a jealous fear.My crown shall stay a sweet and secret thingKept pure with prayer…