I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul as it leads.
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I have no riches but my thoughts,
My thoughts of you are golden coinsStamped in the mint of memory;And I must spend them all in song,For thoughts, as well as gold, must beLeft on the hither side of deathTo gain their immortality.
STEELY stars and moon of brass,
You know as well as I how soonI shall be blind to stars and moon,Deaf to the wind in the hemlock tree,Dumb when the brown earth weighs on me.With envious dark rage I bear,Stars, your cold complacent stare;Heart-broken in my hate look up,Moon, at your clear immortal cup,Changing to gold from dusky red—Age after age…
When April bends above me
Dust need not keep the secretA live heart died to keep.When April tells the thrushes,The meadow-larks will know,And pipe the three words lightlyTo all the winds that blow.Above his roof the swallows,In notes like far-blown rain,Will tell the little sparrowBeside his window-pane.O sparrow, little sparrow,When I am fast asleep,Then tell my love the secretThat I…
In my heart the old love
It was ghostly wakingAll night through.Dear things, kind thingsThat my old love said,Ranged themselves reproachfullyRound my bed.But I could not heed them,For I seemed to seeDark eyes of my new loveFixed on me.Old love, old love,How can I be true?Shall I be faithless to myselfOr to you?
Was that his step that sounded on the stair?
I grow so tired I almost cease to care,And yet I would that he might come once more.It was the wind I heard, that mocks at me,The bitter wind that is more cruel than he;It was the wind that knocked upon the door,But he will never knock nor enter more.
IF I were a bee and you were a rose,
Would you hold your petals wide apart,Would you let me in to find your heart,If you were a rose?‘If I were a rose and you were a bee,You should never go when you came to me,I should hold my love on my heart at last,I should close my leaves and keep you fast,If you were…