Be near me and forever bend
With the same eyes above me there;
Time will fly past us like leaves flying,
We shall not heed, for we shall be
Beyond living, beyond dying,
Knowing and known unchangeably.
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I love my hour of wind and light,
I love my spirit’s veering flightLike swallows under evening skies.
I sang my songs for the rest,
The tree of my song is bareOn its shining hill.For you came like a lordly wind,And the leaves were whirledFar as forgotten thingsPast the rim of the world.The tree of my song stands bareAgainst the blue —I gave my songs to the rest,Myself to you.
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…
(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…
As dew leaves the cobweb lightly
Scattering jewels on the fenceAnd the pasture bars;As dawn leaves the dry grass brightAnd the tangled weedsBearing a rainbow gemOn each of their seeds;So has your love, my lover,Fresh as the dawn,Made me a shining roadTo travel on,Set every common sightOf tree or stoneDelicately alightFor me alone.
Bring me the roses white and red,
Yea, wreathe the roses round my headThat wearies ‘neath the crown of bay.‘We searched the wintry forests thro’And found no roses anywhere—But we have brought a little rueTo twine a circlet for your hair.’I would not pluck the rose in May,I wove a laurel crown instead;And when the crown is cast away,They bring me rue…