For me, for you, for all, to close the date,
Pass now the ev’ning sponge across the slate;
And to that spirit of forgiveness keep
Which is the parent and the child of sleep.
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Among the lilies all the way,That ancient river runs to-dayFrom snowy weir to weir.Old as the Rhine of great renown,She hurries clear and fast,She runs amain by field and townFrom south to north, from up to down,To present on from past.The love I hold was borne by her;And now, though far away,My lonely spirit hears…
Youth now flees on feathered foot
Rarer songs of gods; and stillSomewhere on the sunny hill,Or along the winding stream,Through the willows, flits a dream;Flits but shows a smiling face,Flees but with so quaint a grace,None can choose to stay at home,All must follow, all must roam.This is unborn beauty: sheNow in air floats high and free,Takes the sun and breaks…
LATE, O miller,
The darkness falls.In the house the lights are lighted.See, in the valley they twinkle,The lights of home.Late, O lovers,The night is at hand;Silence and darknessClothe the land.
I KNOW not how, but as I count
Old laughter catches in my throatWith the very feel of tears.
The strong man’s hand, the snow-cool head of age,
These, and that lofty passion after truth,Hunger unsatisfied in priest or sageOr the great men of former years, he needsThat not unworthily would dare to sing(Hard task!) black care’s inevitable ringSettling with years upon the heart that feedsIncessantly on glory. Year by yearThe narrowing toil grows closer round his feet;With disenchanting touch rude-handed timeThe unlovely…
My body which my dungeon is,
Which is so great that there I goAll the day long to and fro,And when the night begins to fallThrow down my bed and sleep, while allThe buildings hum with wakefulness –Even as a child of savagesWhen evening takes her on her way,(She having roamed a summer’s dayAlong the mountain-sides and scalp)Sleeps in an antre…