Glowing in every vein to feel
The cordial caress of steel
From spear-blue air and sword-blue sea,
Armour of England’s liberty.
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I had a dream of England. Wild and weird,
Darkening and dwindling, blotted out the track,Then flashed on her a bolt that scorched and seared.She, writhing in her ruin, rolled, and reared,Then headlonged unto doom, that drove her backTo welter on the waters, blind and black,A homeless hulk, a derelict unsteered.Wailing I woke, and through the dawn descried,Throned on the waves that threatened to…
Go talk to her, sweet flower,
Tell her I hour by hourPine on my own poor stalk.Tell her that I should liveNot quite so sore distressed,If she to you would giveA throne upon her breast.Tell her that should she hieTo my parched plot to seeIf I be dead, that INo more should withered be.If I were dead, her feetMy spirit would…
Nay, do not quarrel with the seasons, dear,
The fruit and foliage of the failing yearRival the buds and blossoms of its prime.Is not the harvest moon as round and brightAs that to which the nightingales did sing?And thou, that call’st thyself my satellite,Wilt seem in Autumn all thou art in Spring.When steadfast sunshine follows fitful rain,And gleams the sickle where once passed…
`Roses crimson, roses white,
Both in love with May at sight,And their maiden blood is rushingTo and fro in hope to hideTumult it but thus discloses.Bring the Bridegroom to the Bride!Everywhere are roses, roses.’`Every wall is white with roses`Every wall is white with roses,Linnets pair in every tree;Brim your beakers, twine your posies,Kiss and quaff ere Springtime closes;Bloom and…
Why do you chide me that, when mortals yield
But from my casement watch the maimëd moonFainting behind her ineffectual shield:Unto the chime by stately planets pealedMy song, my soul, my very self attune,And nightly see, what none can see at noon,The runic volume of the sky unsealed?Haply the hour may come when grateful NightWill these brief vigils endlessly repay,And, on the dwindling of…
Tell me your race, your name,
That within this faded frameAn unfading beauty wear.Were you ever known to fame,Or, more wisely, chose to beLost in love’s obscurity?We may question, gaze, and guess,You will never answer “yes,”For your sweet lips are closed by Death’s relentlessness.Yes, you were chill beforeSome thoughtful hand to us your loveliness bequeathed.You already then no moreMoved, or spoke,…