Nor heeds the splashing of the rain,
The crashing down of forest trees.
O well for him who ne’er hath known
The travail of the hungry years,
A father grey with grief and tears,
A mother weeping all alone.
But well for him whose foot hath trod
The weary road of toil and strife,
Yet from the sorrows of his life.
Builds ladders to be nearer God.
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IN the lone tent, waiting for victory,
Like some wan lily overdrenched with rain:The clamorous clang of arms, the ensanguined sky,War’s ruin, and the wreck of chivalry,To her proud soul no common fear can bring:Bravely she tarrieth for her Lord the King,Her soul a-flame with passionate ecstasy.O Hair of Gold! O Crimson Lips! O FaceMade for the luring and the love of…
ITALIA! thou art fallen, though with sheen
From the north Alps to the Sicilian tide!Ay! fallen, though the nations hail thee QueenBecause rich gold in every town is seen,And on thy sapphire lake in tossing prideOf wind-filled vans thy myriad galleys rideBeneath one flag of red and white and green.O Fair and Strong! O Strong and Fair in vain!Look southward where Rome’s…
RID of the world’s injustice, and his pain,
Taken from life when life and love were newThe youngest of the martyrs here is lain,Fair as Sebastian, and as early slain.No cypress shades his grave, no funeral yew,But gentle violets weeping with the dewWeave on his bones an ever-blossoming chain.O proudest heart that broke for misery!O sweetest lips since those of Mitylene!O poet-painter of…
Version II
For blood and wine are red,And blood and wine were on his handsWhen they found him with the dead,The poor dead woman whom he loved,And murdered in her bed.He walked amongst the Trial MenIn a suit of shabby gray;A cricket cap was on his head,And his step seemed light and gay;But I never saw a…
SET in this stormy Northern sea,
England! what shall men say of thee,Before whose feet the worlds divide?The earth, a brittle globe of glass,Lies in the hollow of thy hand,And through its heart of crystal pass,Like shadows through a twilight land,The spears of crimson-suited war,The long white-crested waves of fight,And all the deadly fires which areThe torches of the lords of…
Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone
But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,And wearied with man’s never-ceasing moanFor sins no bleating victim can atone,And sweet long lips with tears and kisses fed.Girt was he in a garment black and red,And at his feet I marked a broken stoneWhich sent up lilies, dove-like, to his knees.Now at their sight, my heart being…
Nor heeds the splashing of the rain,
The crashing down of forest trees. –
O well for him who ne’er hath known
The travail of the hungry years,
A father grey with grief and tears,
A mother weeping all alone. –
But well for him whose feet hath trod
The weary road of toil and strife,
Yet from the sorrows of his life
Builds ladders to be nearer God.
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The sea is flecked with bars of grey,
And like a withered leaf the moonIs blown across the stormy bay.Etched clear upon the pallid sandLies the black boat: a sailor boyClambers aboard in careless joyWith laughing face and gleaming hand.And overhead the curlews cry,Where through the dusky upland grassThe young brown-throated reapers pass,Like silhouettes against the sky.
THE western wind is blowing fair
And at the secret marble stairMy Tyrian galley waits for thee.Come down! the purple sail is spread,The watchman sleeps within the town,O leave thy lily-flowered bed,O Lady mine come down, come down!She will not come, I know her well,Of lover’s vows she hath no care,And little good a man can tellOf one so cruel and…
These are the letters which Endymion wrote
And now the brawlers of the auction-martBargain and bid for each poor blotted note,Aye! for each separate pulse of passion quoteThe merchant’s price! I think they love not artWho break the crystal of a poet’s heart,That small and sickly eyes may glare or gloat.Is it not said, that many years ago,In a far Eastern town…
MILTON! I think thy spirit hath passed away
This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of oursSeems fallen into ashes dull and grey,And the age changed unto a mimic playWherein we waste our else too-crowded hours:For all our pomp and pageantry and powersWe are but fit to delve the common clay,Seeing this little isle on which we stand,This England, this sea-lion of the sea,By ignorant demagogues…
O SINGER of Persephone!
Dost thou remember Sicily?Still through the ivy flits the beeWhere Amaryllis lies in state;O Singer of Persephone!Simætha calls on HecateAnd hears the wild dogs at the gate;Dost thou remember Sicily?Still by the light and laughing seaPoor Polypheme bemoans his fate:O Singer of Persephone!And still in boyish rivalryYoung Daphnis challenges his mate:Dost thou remember Sicily?Slim Lacon…
Christ, dost Thou live indeed? or are Thy bones
And was Thy Rising only dreamed by herWhose love of Thee for all her sin atones?For here the air is horrid with men’s groans,The priests who call upon Thy name are slain,Dost Thou not hear the bitter wail of painFrom those whose children lie upon the stones?Come down, O Son of God! incestuous gloomCurtains the…