The heart in my side,
That so still had lain,
In noble rage replied
And beat upon the bone:
‘Uplift those eyes and throw
Those glances unafraid:
She would as bravely show
Did all the fabric fade;
No withered crone I saw
Before the world was made.’
Abashed by that report,
For the heart cannot lie,
I knelt in the dirt.
And all shall bend the knee
To my offended heart
Until it pardon me.
Above the tide of hours, trouble the air,And God’s bell buoyed to be the water’s care;While hushed from fear, or loud with hope, a bandWith blown, spray-dabbled hair gather at hand,Turn if you may from battles never done,I call, as they go by me one by one,Danger no refuge holds, and war no peace,For him…
He thought the same and lived by rule,All his twenties crammed with toil;‘What then?’ sang Plato’s ghost. ‘What then?’Everything he wrote was read,After certain years he wonSufficient money for his need,Friends that have been friends indeed;‘What then?’ sang Plato’s ghost. ‘ What then?’All his happier dreams came true —A small old house, wife, daughter, son,Grounds…
And thereupon imagination and heart were drivenSo wild that every casual thought of that and thisVanished, and left but memories, that should be out of seasonWith the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago;And I took all thc blame out of all sense and reason,Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and…
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacleBut Gregory’s wood and one bare hillWhereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind.Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;And for an hour I have walked and prayedBecause of the great gloom that is in my mind.I have walked and prayed for this young child an hourAnd heard the sea-wind…
He bade me out into the gloom,And my breast lies upon his breast.O what to me my mother’s care,The house where I was safe and warm;The shadowy blossom of my hairWill hide us from the bitter storm.O hiding hair and dewy eyes,I am no more with life and death,My heart upon his warm heart lies,My…
That bellies and drags in the windInto its narrow shed.
