But one forgotten wisp of cloud
Glows like a fragment of the sun,
And stranded on the shores of Night,
Where ‘gainst the sky the telegraph
Stretching his dim, audacious path
Defiantly to heaven aspires,
There lies a maiden, drowned and white—
The torn Moon tangled in the wires!
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And strike the supine shadows where they restStretched sleeping; while a timid, new-born BreezeStirs through the grasses, petulant—her eyesHalf-blinded by the clinging scarves of mist:Her robes, that tangled through the grasses twist,Weave as she moves sweet whispered melodies.O may it be a morn like this, when slowFrom a dark world beneath my soul shall goThrough…
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And paused upon the hill-ridge, ere he leaptHeadlong into the night! What cold, dumb painHe felt, as still he marked the twilight wane,And on the dragon Darkness crept and crept,While beating in his mind the question kept,“Is this Earth’s all? Can Day e’er come again?”And yet, last night, one watched with listless eyesThe stricken Sun-god…
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The beauty of her bosom’s rippling lines,The passion pleading in her eyes, the pureSoft contour of her cheek, her dainty dress,With all the rich aroma of her warmGlad womanhood perfumed, her supple formCurving and swaying like a living flower,Aflush with life and youth. These are the signsBy which she queens the hearts of men, the…
Alchemist of melody,
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WHAT though the neutral sea sever us twain?
Your eyes, hilarious with passion, wake,And love’s delirium is mine again,When all your body’s warmth swirled in my brain—Your face uplifted like a pallid lakeWhere in my eager lips their thirst could slake,With deep-sighed, langourous kisses, keener than pain.Then suddenly through passion’s rosy mistsA shudder trickled, like a stream of blood:In a grim pause we…
SO now she lies silent and sweet
And she, the fairest flower, between.The bud that with her bosom’s swellIn dear delight once rose and fellNow wafts her all it has to tell,And wonders why she sleeps serene.And yet in life how small a part,With pretty face and petty heart,She played! And in that form so fairThere never dwelt a deep desire,Her bosom…