Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and welth have miss’d me,
Say I’m growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss’d me.
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It lies before me there, and my own breath
The living head I stood in honoured pride,Talking of lovely things that conquer death.Perhaps he pressed it once, or underneathRan his fine fingers when he leant, blank-eyed,And saw in fancy Adam and his brideWith their heaped locks, or his own Delphic wreath.There seems a love in hair, though it be dead.It is the gentlest, yet…
‘Tis well you think me truly one of those,
For surely as I feel the bird that singsBehind the leaves, or dawn as it up grows,Or the rich bee rejoicing as he goes,Or the glad issue of emerging springs,Or overhead the glide of a dove’s wings,Or turf, or trees, or, midst of all, repose.And surely as I feel things lovelier still,The human look, and…
Now sheath’d is the Sword that was wild as the blast:
Old ALBION her Neighbour all smilingly hails—For the OLIVE of PEACE blooms again in our Vales!Beam on the day,Thou Olive gay:‘Matchless is heWho planted thee;And mayst thou like him immortal be!’Divinest of Olives, O, never was seenA bloom so enchanting, a verdure so green!Sweet, sweet do thy Beauties entwiningly smileIn the Vine-tree of France and…
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.Stolen sweets are always sweeter,Stolen kisses much completer,Stolen looks are nice in chapels,Stolen, stolen, be your apples.When to bed the world are bobbing,Then’s the time for orchard-robbing;Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling,Were it not for stealing, stealing.
SLEEP breathes at last from out thee,
And balmy rest about theeSmooths off the day’s annoy.I sit me down, and thinkOf all thy winning ways;Yet almost wish, with sudden shrink,That I had less to praise.Thy sidelong pillowed meekness;Thy thanks to all that aid;Thy heart, in pain and weakness,Of fancied faults afraid;The little trembling handThat wipes thy quiet tears,—These, these are things that…
It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands,
And times and things, as in that vision, seemKeeping along it their eternal stands,–Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shepherd bandsThat roamed through the young world, the glory extremeOf high Sesostris, and that southern beam,The laughing queen that caught the world’s great hands.Then comes a mightier silence, stern and strong,As of a world left empty of its…