From the night where the star-mists rise
And fire-flies falling
Tremble in starry wise,
Is it you they are calling?
White Dove of the beating heart
Shrill golden reeds are thrilling
In the woods where the shadows start,
While moonbeams, filling
With dreams the floweret’s heart
Its dreams are thrilling.
White Dove of the folded wings,
Soft purple night is crying
With the voice of fairy things
For you, lest dying
They miss your flashing wings,
Your splendorous flying.
His power prevails and shall prevailWhen Death gleans in the fields of Birth.He sips the purple wine of kingsFrom burnished skulls and bumper hearts,Of fat and famine years he singsAnd fills his granaries from the marts.His brethren that have sold his name,Denied him to his ancient Sire,Shall seek him when they feel his fameShall find…
Dream-love dream-taken, swept upon the streamOf dreaming Truth, dreamt true, yet deemed as dross:Dreamt Truth that is to waking Truth a gloss,Dream-love that is to the life of loves that seemTo bear the rood of love’s eternal theme,The strength that brings to Calvary their cross.I dreamt that love had lit, a burning birdOn one green…
The splendour and the glory of his ways,Nor light up Heaven with our low descant:But we will follow thee, his hierophantFilling with secret canticles the daysTo shadow forth in symbols for their gazeWhat crowns and thrones await his militant.For all his beauty showered on the earthIs summed in thee, O thou most perfect flower;His dew…
Beneath my feet the earth like drifting scudLapses and slides, wallows and shoots on high;Immovable things start suddenly flying by,The city shakes and quavers, a city of mudAnd ooze—a brawling cataract is my bloodOf molten metal and fire—like God am I.When God crushes his passion-fruit for our thirstAnd the universe totters—I have burst the grapeOf…
No girl’s, but girl essential is your beingCould we but see beyond our mortal seeing,Could we but hear beyond our mortal songThe song immortal of seraphic throng,Could we but know upon each mortal signThe seal of immortality divine.’Tis no virtue that you areVirtuous—nor for the starTo shine, nor flowers to arrayThemselves in glory from the…
His body gleams amid eternal snows,His tears fall from the skies.I see his face in every flower;The thunder and the singing of the birdsAre but his voice—and carven by his powerRocks are his written words.All pathways by his feet are worn,His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,His…
