And heard the prairie grasses sighing:
No more, return no more!
O hearts, O sighing grasses,
Vainly your loveblown bannerets mourn!
No more will the wild wind that passes
Return, no more return.
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Because your voice was at my side
Because within my hand I heldYour hand again.There is no word nor any signCan make amend — –He is a stranger to me nowWho was my friend.
My dove, my beautiful one,
The night-dew liesUpon my lips and eyes.The odorous winds are weavingA music of sighs:Arise, arise,My dove, my beautiful one!I wait by the cedar tree,My sister, my love,White breast of the dove,My breast shall be your bed.The pale dew liesLike a veil on my head.My fair one, my fair dove,Arise, arise!
Goldbrown upon the sated flood
Vast wings above the lambent waters broodOf sullen day.A waste of waters ruthlesslySways and uplifts its weedy maneWhere brooding day stares down upon the seaIn dull disdain.Uplift and sway, O golden vine,Your clustered fruits to love’s full flood,Lambent and vast and ruthless as is thineIncertitude!
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…
In the dark pine-wood
In deep cool shadowAt noon of day.How sweet to lie there,Sweet to kiss,Where the great pine-forestEnaisled is!Thy kiss descendingSweeter wereWith a soft tumultOf thy hair.O unto the pine-woodAt noon of dayCome with me now,Sweet love, away.
They mouth love’s language. Gnash
Your lean jaws grin with. LashYour itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh.Love’s breath in you is stale, worded or sung,As sour as cat’s breath,Harsh of tongue.This grey that staresLies not, stark skin and bone.Leave greasy lips their kissing. NoneWill choose her what you see to mouth upon.Dire hunger holds his hour.Pluck forth your…