Wheeling and whirling they swept away
Into the heart of the eastern gray;
But one white dove came straight to my breast
Out of the west.
Into the west when the dawn was pearly
Clouds of white wings went, dewy-early,
Straight from the world of the waning stars;
O beating pinions! O prison bars!
My dove flies free no more with the rest
Into the west.
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And set my heart as sentry thereTo guard your happy innocence–If I might plant a hedge so strongNo creeping sorrow could writhe through,And find my whole life not too longTo give, to make your hedge for you–If I could teach the wandering airTo bring no sounds that were not sweet,Could teach the earth that only…
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I came down the path by the thirteen yews,Through the blocks of shade that the moonlight hews.And when I came to the high lych-gateI waited awhile where the corpses wait;Then I came down the road where the moonlight layLike the fallen ghost of the light of day.The bats shrieked high in their zigzag flight,The owls’…
When the bearing and doing are over,
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GOOD-NIGHT, my Heart, my Heart, good-night–
With lips of life and eyes of lightAnd roses in your hair.To-morrow brings the other crown,The orange blossoms, Sweet,And then the rose will be cast downWith lilies at your feet.But in your soul a garden standsWhere fair the white rose blows–God, teach my foolish clumsy handsThe way to tend my rose.That in the white-rose garden…