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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Your mind and mine are such great lovers they
And on wild clouds of thought, naked togetherThey ride above us in extreme delight;We see them, we look up with a lone envyAnd watch them in their zone of crystal weatherThat changes not for winter or the night.
(To Eleonora Duse)
Deep stillness pure of any speech or sound,Soft quiet hovering over pools profound,The silences that on the desert brood,Above a windless hush of empty seas,The broad unfurling banners of the dawn,A faery forest where there sleeps a Faun;Our souls are fain of solitudes like these.O woman who divined our weariness,And set the crown of silence…
REMEMBER me as I was then;
The laughing shadowy girl who stoodAt midnight by the flowering tree,With eyes that love had made as brightAs the trembling stars of the summer night.Turn from me now, but always hearThe muted laughter in the dewOf that one year of youth we had,The only youth we ever knew—Turn from me now, or you will seeWhat…
IF I must go to heaven’s end
Be near me and forever bendWith the same eyes above me there;Time will fly past us like leaves flying,We shall not heed, for we shall beBeyond living, beyond dying,Knowing and known unchangeably.
IF there is any life when death is over,
I shall come back, as constant and as changefulAs the unchanging, many-colored sea.If life was small, if it has made me scornful,Forgive me; I shall straighten like a flameIn the great calm of death, and if you want meStand on the sea-ward dunes and call my name.
I stood beside a hill
A single star looked outFrom the cold evening glow.There was no other creatureThat saw what I could see–I stood and watched the evening starAs long as it watched me.