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Page 25 - Evolution Out of the dusk a shadow, Then, a spark; Out of the cloud a silence, Then, a lark; Out of the heart a rapture, Then, a pain; Out of the dead, cold ashes, Life again.
Page 56 - IT is the mountain to the sea That makes a messenger of me: And, lest I loiter on the way And lose what I am sent to say, He sets his reverie to song And bids me sing it all day long. Farewell! for here the stream is slow, And I have many a mile to go.
Page 149 - O SHADOW, in thy fleeting form I see The friend of fortune that once clung to me. In flattering light, thy constancy is shown; In darkness, thou wilt leave me all alone.
Page 21 - OVER the sea, over the sea, My love he is gone to a far countrie; But he brake a golden ring with me The pledge of his faith to be. Over the sea, over the sea, He comes no more from the far countrie; But at night, where the new moon loved to be, Hangs the half of a ring for me.
Page 108 - And pray, who are you ? " Said the violet blue To the Bee, with surprise At his wonderful size. In her eye-glass of dew. " I, madam," quoth he, " Am a publican Bee, Collecting the tax Of honey and wax.
Page 9 - I KNEW she lay above me, Where the casement all the night Shone, softened with a phosphor glow Of sympathetic light, And that her fledgling spirit pure Was pluming fast for flight. Each tendril throbbed and quickened As I nightly climbed apace, And could scarce restrain the blossoms When, anear the destined place, Her gentle whisper thrilled me Ere I gazed upon her face. I waited, darkling, till the dawn Should touch me into bloom, While all my being panted To outpour its first perfume, When, lo!...
Page 50 - HE entered; but the mask he wore Concealed his face from me. Still, something I had seen before He brought to memory. Who art thou ? What thy rank, thy name ? I questioned, with surprise, " Thyself" the laughing answer came, '
Page 4 - AND dost thou lead him hence with thee, O setting sun, And leave the shadows all to me When he is gone ? Ah, if my grief his guerdon be, My dark his light, I count each loss felicity, And bless the night.