Vales and many a wasted sun,
Oread let thy laughter run,
Till the irreverent mountain air
Ripple all thy flying hair.
Lightly, lightly — – ever so:
Clouds that wrap the vales below
At the hour of evenstar
Lowliest attendants are;
Love and laughter song-confessed
When the heart is heaviest.
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A man shall have sorrowWhen friends him fail.For he shall know thenFriends be untrueAnd a little ashesTheir words come to.But one unto himWill softly moveAnd softly woo himIn ways of love.His hand is underHer smooth round breast;So he who has sorrowShall have rest.
I hear an army charging upon the land,
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.They cry unto the night their battle-name:I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:They come…
At that hour when all things have repose,
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Thou leanest to the shell of night,
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Be not sad because all men
Sweetheart, be at peace again — –Can they dishonour you?They are sadder than all tears;Their lives ascend as a continual sigh.Proudly answer to their tears:As they deny, deny.