Where grow the great fantastic flowers
With truth for honey at the core.
There like a wild marauding bee
Made desperate by hungry fears,
From gorgeous If to dark Perhaps
I blunder down the dusk of years.
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THIS is a holy refuge,The garden of Saint Rose,A fragrant altar to that peaceThe world no longer knows.Below a solemn hillside,Within the folding shadeOf overhanging beech and pineIts walls and walks are laid.Cool through the heat of summer,Still as a sacred grove,It has the rapt unworldly airOf mystery and love.All day before its outlookThe mist-blue…
WHEN I am only fit to go to bed,
Ring down the curtain, say the play is done,And the last petals of the poppy shed!I do not want to live when I am old,I have no use for things I cannot love;And when the day that I am talking of(Which God forfend!) is come, it will be cold.But if there is another place than…
(Sappho XXIII)
When the great oleanders were in flowerIn the broad herded meadows full of sun.And we would often at the fall of duskWander together by the silver stream,When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dewAnd purple-miste d in the fading light.And joy I knew and sorrow at thy voice,And the superb magnificence of love,—The loneliness…
To T. B. M.
For new ventures in seafaring, when the hawsers were let slipAnd we swung out in the current, with good-byes on every lip,‘Midst the waving caps and kisses, as we dropped down with the tideAnd the faces blurred and faded, last of all your hand I spiedSignalling, Farewell, Good fortune! then my heart rose up and…
NOW the fire is lighted
Day goes down the valley,I am left alone.Now the misty purpleFloods the darkened vale,And the stars come outOn the twilight trail.The mountain river murmursIn his rocky bed,And the stealthy shadowsFill the house with dread.Then I hear your laughterAt the open door, —Brightly burns the fire,I need fear no more.
Hem and Haw were the sons of sin,
Hem lay ’round and Haw looked onWhile God did all the work.Hem was a fogy, and Haw was a prig,For both had the dull, dull mind;And whenever they found a thing to do,They yammered and went it blind.Hem was the father of bigots and bores;As the sands of the sea were they.And Haw was the…