Sometimes he would make us laugh,
Sometimes make us cry:
Think of all the birds that make
Homes among the trees;
Think of cruel boys who take
Birds that cannot fly.
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The splendour of the kindling day,
These move my soul to wend its way,And have doneWith all we grasp and toil amongst and say.The paling roses of a cloud,The fading bow that arches space,These woo my fancy toward my shroud,Toward the placeOf faces veil’d, and heads discrown’d and bow’d.The nation of the awful stars,The wandering star whose blaze is brief,These make…
Underneath the growing grass,
Deeper than the sound of showers:There we shall not count the hoursBy the shadows as they pass.Youth and health will be but vain,Beauty reckoned of no worth:There a very little girthCan hold round what once the earthSeemed too narrow to contain.
‘A cup for hope!’ she said,
The crimson wine was poor and coldBy her mouth’s richer red.‘A cup for love!’ how low,How soft the words; and all the whileHer blush was rippling with a smileLike summer after snow.‘A cup for memory!’Cold cup that one must drain alone:While autumn winds are up and moanAcross the barren sea.Hope, memory, love:Hope for fair morn,…
‘Too late for love, too late for joy,
You loitered on the road too long,You trifled at the gate:The enchanted dove upon her branchDied without a mate.The enchanted princess in her towerSlept, died, behind the grate;Her heart was starving all this whileYou made it wait.‘Ten years ago, five years ago,One year ago,Even then you had arrived in time,Though somewhat slow;Then you had known…
Remember me when I am gone away,
When you can no more hold me by the hand,Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.Remember me when no more day by dayYou tell me of our future that you plann’d:Only remember me; you understandIt will be late to counsel then or pray.Yet if you should forget me for a whileAnd afterwards remember,…
If stars dropped out of heaven,
The sky would still look very fair,And fair earth’s face.Winged angels might fly down to usTo pluck the stars,Be we could only long for flowersBeyond the cloudy bars.