Poems (Google eBook)

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Page 49 - The long savannahs of the blue; Or whether, Thunder-driven, They clanged his chariot 'thwart a heaven, Flashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o' their feet: Fear wist not 'to evade as Love wist to pursue.
Page 53 - My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust; And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver Upon the sighful branches of my mind.
Page 48 - Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped; And shot, precipitated Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, And unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet " All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.
Page 23 - How should I gauge what beauty is her dole, Who cannot see her countenance for her soul ; As birds see not the casement for the sky ? And as 'tis check they prove its presence by, I know not of her body till I find My flight debarred the heaven of her mind.
Page 51 - And its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine; Against the red throb of its sunset-heart I laid my own to beat, And share commingling heat; But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart. In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek. For ah ! we know not what each other says, These things and I ; in sound 7 speak Their sound is but their stir, they speak by silences.
Page 77 - O frankly fickle, and fickly true, Do you know what the days will do to you? To your love and you what the days will do, 0 frankly fickle, and fickly true?
Page 48 - I FLED Him, down the nights and down the days ; I fled Him, down the arches of the years...
Page 77 - mid men my needless head, And my fruit is dreams, as theirs is bread: The goodly men and the sun-hazed sleeper Time shall reap, but after the reaper The world shall glean of me, me the sleeper. Love, love! your flower of withered dream In leaved rhyme lies safe, I deem, Sheltered and shut in a nook of rhyme, From the reaper man, and his reaper Time. Love!
Page 78 - mid men my needless head, And my fruit is dreams, as theirs is bread : The goodly men and the sun-hazed sleeper Time shall reap, but after the reaper The world shall glean of me, me the sleeper. Love, love! your flower of withered dream In leaved rhyme lies safe, I deem, Sheltered and shut in a nook of rhyme, From the reaper man, and his reaper Time. Love! 7 fall into the claws of Time: But lasts within a leaved rhyme All that the world of me esteems My withered dreams, my withered dreams.
Page 74 - Then, as you search with unaccustomed glance The ranks of Paradise for my countenance, Turn not your tread along the Uranian sod Among the bearded counsellors of God ; For if in Eden as on earth are we, I sure shall keep a younger company : Pass where beneath their ranged gonfalons The starry cohorts shake their shielded suns, The dreadful mass of their enridged spears ; Pass where majestical the eternal peers, The stately choice of the great Saintdom, meet...

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