Winds, birds, and glittering leaves that flare and fall—
They fling delight across the world; they call
To rhythmic-flashing limbs that rove and race…
A moment in the dawn for Youth’s lit face;
A moment’s passion, closing on the cry—
‘O Beauty, born of lovely things that die!’
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Dusk in the rain-soaked garden,
A door creaked: someone was earlyTo watch the dawn begin.But he stole away like a thiefIn the chilly, star-bright air:Though the house was shuttered for slumber,He had left one wakeful there.Nothing moved in the garden.Never a bird would sing,Nor shake and scatter the dew from the boughsWith shy and startled wing.But when that lover had…
I
Harking the storm that rides a hurtling legionUp the arched sky, and speeds quick heels of panicWith growling thunder loosed in fork and clapThat echoes crashing thro’ the slumbrous vault.The whispering woodlands darken: vulture GloomStoops, menacing the skeltering flocks of Light,Where the gaunt shepherd shakes his gleaming staffAnd foots with angry tidings down the slope.Drip,…
Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you’d say,
Tell me, have you found everlasting day,Or been sucked in by everlasting night?For when I shut my eyes your face shows plain;I hear you make some cheery old remark—I can rebuild you in my brain,Though you’ve gone out patrolling in the dark.You hated tours of trenches; you were proudOf nothing more than having good years…
I never asked you to be perfect—did I?—
Of mastering love. I never prayed that youMight stand, unsoiled, angelic and inhuman,Pointing the way toward Sainthood like a sign-post.Oh yes, I know the way to heaven was easy.We found the little kingdom of our passionThat all can share who walk the road of lovers.In wild and secret happiness we stumbled;And gods and demons clamoured…
(ALEXANDRIA-MARSEILLES)
A gleam of stars looks down. Long blurs of black,The lean Destroyers, level with our track,Plunging and stealing, watch the perilous wayThrough backward racing seas and caverns of chill spray.One sentry by the davits, in the gloomStands mute: the boat heaves onward through the night.Shrouded is every chink of cabined light:And sluiced by floundering waves…
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