Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
Of sullen day.
A waste of waters ruthlessly
Sways and uplifts its weedy mane
Where brooding day stares down upon the sea
In dull disdain.
Uplift and sway, O golden vine,
Your clustered fruits to love’s full flood,
Lambent and vast and ruthless as is thine
Incertitude!
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This heart that flutters near my heart
Unhappy when we draw apartAnd happy between kiss and kiss:My hope and all my riches — – yes! — –And all my happiness.For there, as in some mossy nestThe wrens will divers treasures keep,I laid those treasures I possessedEre that mine eyes had learned to weep.Shall we not be as wise as theyThough love live…
Lightly come or lightly go:
Vales and many a wasted sun,Oread let thy laughter run,Till the irreverent mountain airRipple all thy flying hair.Lightly, lightly — – ever so:Clouds that wrap the vales belowAt the hour of evenstarLowliest attendants are;Love and laughter song-confessedWhen the heart is heaviest.
There’s a ponderous pundit MacHugh
As he mostly sees doubleTo wear them why trouble?I can’t see the Joe Miller. Can you?
Of that so sweet imprisonment
Soft arms that woo me to relentAnd woo me to detain.Ah, could they ever hold me thereGladly were I a prisoner!Dearest, through interwoven armsBy love made tremulous,That night allures me where alarmsNowise may trouble us;But lseep to dreamier sleep be wedWhere soul with soul lies prisoned.
Strings in the earth and air
Strings by the river whereThe willows meet.There’s music along the riverFor Love wanders there,Pale flowers on his mantle,Dark leaves on his hair.All softly playing,With head to the music bent,And fingers strayingUpon an instrument.
I hear an army charging upon the land,
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.They cry unto the night their battle-name:I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:They come…