The sun was keen and the foam was blowing
High on the rocky shore.
But now in the dusk the tide is turning,
Lower the sea gulls soar,
And the waves that rose in resistless yearning
Are broken forevermore.
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A little while when I am gone
As spun foam lifted and borne onAfter the wave is lost in the full sea.A while these nights and days will burnIn song with the bright frailty of foam,Living in light before they turnBack to the nothingness that is their home.
I heard a cry in the night,
Sharp as a flash of light,My name, my name!It was your voice I heard,You waked and loved me so —I send you back this word,I know, I know!
I
I am the princess up in the towerAnd I dream the whole day thro’Of a knight who shall come with a silver spearAnd a waving plume of blue.I am the princess up in the tower,And I dream my dreams by day,But sometimes I wake, and my eyes are wet,When the dusk is deep and gray.For…
WE will never walk again
Watching our shadows lengthenUnder the gold street-lightWhen the snow was new and white.We will never walk againSlowly, we two,In spring when the park is sweetWith midnight and with dew,And the passers-by are few.I sit and think of it all,And the blue June twilight dies,—Down in the clanging squareA street-piano criesAnd stars come out in the…
The birds are all a-building,
And still I linger lonelyWithin a barren bower.I weave a web of fanciesOf tears and darkness spun.How shall I sing of sunlightWho never saw the sun?I hear the pipes a-blowing,But yet I may not dance,I know that Love is passing,I cannot catch his glance.And if his voice should call meAnd I with groping dimShould reach…
There is no magic any more,
You work no miracle for meNor I for you.You were the wind and I the sea –There is no splendor any more,I have grown listless as the poolBeside the shore.But though the pool is safe from stormAnd from the tide has found surcease,It grows more bitter than the sea,For all its peace.