Cherish Pierrot for their sake
Send him visions strange and sweet,
While he slumbers at thy feet.
Only love kiss him awake!
Only love kiss him awake!
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A gift of Silence, sweet!
To lay down at your unobservant feet,Is all the gift I bear.I have no songs to sing,That you should heed or know:I have no lilies, in full hands, to flingAcross the path you go.I cast my flowers away,Blossoms unmeet for you!The garland I have gathered in my day:My rosemary and rue.I watch you pass and…
Sleep! Cast thy canopy
Dim grow his memory,When he wake again.Love stays a summer night,Till lights of morning come;Then takes her winged flightBack to her starry home.Sleep! Yet thy days are mine;Love’s seal is over thee:Far though my ways from thine,Dim though thy memory.Love stays a summer night,Till lights of morning come;Then takes her winged flightBack to her starry…
I watched the glory of her childhood change,
(Loved long ago in lily-time),Become a maid, mysterious and strange,With fair, pure eyes – dear eyes, but not the eyes I knewOf old, in the olden time!Till on my doubting soul the ancient goodOf her dear childhood in the new disguiseDawned, and I hastened to adoreThe glory of her waking maidenhead,And found the old tenderness…
Because I am idolotrous and have besought
The admirable image that my love has wroughtOut of her swan’s neck and her dark, abundant hair:The jealous gods who brook no worship save their own,Turned my live idol marble and her heart to stone.
With delicate, mad hands, behind his sordid bars,
Those scentless wisps of straw, that miserably lineHis strait, caged universe, whereat the dull world stares,Pedant and pitiful. O, how his rapt gaze warsWith their stupidity! Know they what dreams divineLift his long, laughing reveries like enchanted wine,And make his melancholy germane to the stars’?O lamentable brother! if those pity thee,Am I not fain of…
A while we wandered (thus it is I dream!)
Where only poppies grew among the sand,The which we, plucking, cast with scant esteem,And ever sadlier, into the sad stream,Which followed us, as we went, hand in hand,Under the estranged stars, a road unplanned,Seeing all things in the shadow of a dream.And ever sadlier, as the stars expired,We found the poppies rarer, till thine eyesGrown…