There is nothing more to say.
Through broken walls and gray
The winds blow bleak and shrill:
They are all gone away.
Nor is there one today
To speak them good or ill:
There is nothing more to say.
Why is it then we stray
Around the sunken sill?
They are all gone away.
And our poor fancy-play
For them is wasted skill:
There is nothing more to say.
There is ruin and decay
In the House on the Hill
They are all gone away,
There is nothing more to say.
I look at him, I look my life at him,I tell him all I know the way to tell,But there he stays the same.Shall I never make him speak one word to me?Shall I never make him say enough to showMy heart if he be glad? Be glad? … ah! God,Why did they bring me…
Bringer of best and worstIn wild alloy—Light, like a linnet first,He sang for joy.Thrall to the gilded easeOf every day,Mocker of all degreesAnd always gay,Child of the CycladesAnd of Broadway—Laughing and half divineThe boy began,Drunk with a woodland wineThessalian:But there was rue to twineThe pipes of Pan.Therefore he skipped and flewThe more along,Vivid and always…
For then, thank God, I shall not have to waitMuch longer for the sheaves that I have sown.The devil only knows what I have done,But here I am, and here are six or eightGood friends, who most ingenuously prateAbout my songs to such and such a one.But everything is all askew to-night,—As if the time…
The uplands for the fens, and riotedLike a sick satyr with doom’s worshippers?Come! let the grass grow there; and leave his verseTo tell the story of the life he led.Let the man go: let the dead flesh be dead,And let the worms be its biographers.Song sloughs away the sin to find redressIn art’s complete remembrance:…
And all the other things there were to eat,Cliff took two glasses and filled one with wineAnd one with wormwood. Then, without a signFor me to choose at all, he took the draughtOf bitterness himself, and lightly quaffedIt off, and said the other one was mine.And when I asked him what the deuce he meantBy…
Llewellyn would have loved his wifeAs well as any in the land.Could he have made Priscilla ceaseTo goad him for what God left out,Llewellyn would have been as mildAs any we have read about.Could all have been as all was not,Llewellyn would have had no story;He would have stayed a quiet manAnd gone his quiet…
