For it can live a thousand times,
Eternity is deep and wide.
I am not sorry for my soul,
But oh, my body that must go
Back to a little drift of dust
Without the joy it longed to know.
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Where there is neither flag nor drum,And without sound of musketryThe stealthy foemen come.Year in, year out, by day and nightThey forced him to a slow retreat,And for his gallant fight aloneNo fife was blown, and no drum beat.In winter fog, in gathering mistThe gray grim battle had its end—And at the very last we…
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If he could know my songs are all for him,
Would he not smile and think it but a whim,If he could know?Or would his heart rejoice and overflow,As happy brooks that break their icy rimWhen April’s horns along the hillsides blow?I may not speak till Eros’ torch is dim,The god is bitter and will have it so;And yet to-night our fate would seem less…
I am a pool in a peaceful place,
I know the stars and the stately moonAnd the wind that runs with rippling shoon–But why does it always bring to meThe far-off, beautiful sound of the sea?The marsh-grass weaves me a wall of green,But the wind comes whispering in between,In the dead of night when the sky is deepThe wind comes waking me out…
I said, ‘I will take my life
I who was fire and songWill turn to clay.’‘I will lie no more in the nightWith shaken breath,I will toss my heart in the airTo be caught by Death.’But out of the night I heard,Like the inland sound of the sea,The hushed and terrible sobOf all humanity.Then I said, ‘Oh who am ITo scorn God…
OH Earth, you are too dear to-night,
Floats rainy fragrance and the farDeep voice of the ocean that talks to the ground?Oh Earth, you gave me all I have,I love you, I love you,—oh what have IThat I can give you in return—Except my body after I die?