Where is the pride for which I once was blamed,

For Aphrodité slew him with a kiss.He sighed one sigh, as though he fain would speakThe name he loved, but that his breath grown weakDied on his lips. So died the summer breeze;And all the wood was hushed a minute’s space,Where I stood listening underneath the trees,Until a wood–chat from her secret placeChirped in an…

Flower discreet, with your priest’s eyesTrained in all time’s mysteries,Yet how chastely calmly sealed!Flower of passions unrevealed,Stainless eyes, but none the lessWise in life’s most nakedness,With its inward hours of sin,Known to thee, and all therein;And how soul with soul found might,In the watches of the night,Cherishing an unseen joy,Man with woman, girl with boy,Under…

For my heart no measureKnows nor other treasureTo buy a garland for my love to–day.And thou too, Sorrow, tender–hearted Sorrow.Thou grey–eyed mourner, fly not yet away.For I fain would borrowThy sad weeds to–morrowTo make a mourning for love’s yesterday.The voice of Pity, Time’s divine dear Pity,Moved me to tears. I dared not say them nay,But…

All my right to call her mineThe twin tears that on it shine,Tears that tell of griefs long hidIn the shadows of each lid,And of doubts that wound her soreOur twin lives shall meet no more.Nay, my right and title this,That she gave me one shy kiss‘Twixt the dawning and the day,Benediction on my way,When…

None other is there where such grief prevails,Such passionate pity for the loves of Earth.Who has not wept with Manon in her sin,Wept in her punishment? What angry heartHas been unmoved in youth to see her winWith those sad archers to the inhuman cart?Who has not followed her beyond the seas,And sold his life for…

Some flowers must still be mown down with the grass,And in life’s wild quadrille the dancers gayMust trample here and there a weak one in their way.Yes, thus it is. After the day the night,A night that has no waking. Who shall tell?A joyous crowd sits down to feast aright,But always some one guest, where…