And when I asked them where it was
They said I couldn’t understand.
I thought they must have hidden it,
I hunted for it all the day,
And when I told them so at night
They smiled and turned their heads away.
They say that love is something kind,
That I can never see or touch.
I wish he’d sent me something else,
I like his cough-drops twice as much.
Come to us, go from us, whence no one knows;So the old tunes float in my mind,And go from me leaving no trace behind,Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind.but in the instant the airs remainI know the laughter and the painOf times that will not come again.I try to catch at many…
Ring on, ring on unendingly,Make all the hours a single hour,For when the dusk begins to flower,The man I love will come to me! . . .But no, go slowly as you will,I should not bid you hasten so,For while I wait for love to come,Some other girl is standing dumb,Fearing her love will go.IIOh…
Is there a land where Love is not,By shore of any sea?For I am weary of the god,And I would flee from himTho’ I must take a ship and goBeyond the ocean’s rim.‘I know a port where Love is not,The ship is in your hand,Then plunge your sword within your breastAnd you will reach the…
I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me,I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul as it leads.
My lips kept silent guardOn all I could not say.I heard, and down the streetThe lonely trees in the squareStood in the winter windPatient and bare.I heard . . . oh voiceless treesUnder the wind, I knewThe eager terrible springHidden in you.
God gave to her a shy and silver mirth,And made her soul as clearAnd softly singing as an orchard spring’sIn sheltered hollows all the sunny year–A spring that thru the leaning grass looks upAnd holds all heaven in its clarid cup,Mirror to holy meadows high and blueWith stars like drops of dew.I love to think…
