Poems, Volume 2


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Página 265 - LOOK in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell; Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between; Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen Which had Life's form and Love's, but by my spell Is now a shaken shadow intolerable, Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen. Mark me, how still I am! But should there dart One moment through...
Página 168 - LOVE'S LOVERS SOME ladies love the jewels in Love's zone, And gold-tipped darts he hath for painless play In idle scornful hours he flings away ; And some that listen to his lute's soft tone Do love to vaunt the silver praise their own ; Some prize his blindfold sight ; and there be they Who kissed his wings which brought him yesterday And thank his wings to-day that he is flown. My lady only loves the heart of Love : Therefore Love's heart, my lady, hath for thee His bower of unimagined flower and...
Página 16 - Strange to think by the way, Whatever there is to know, That shall we know one day.
Página 83 - A moment the pilot's senses spin, — The next he snatched the Prince 'mid the din, Cut the boat loose, and the youth leaped in. A few friends leaped with him, standing near. "Row! the sea's smooth and the night is clear!" "What! none to be saved but these and I?
Página 238 - EAT thou and drink; to-morrow thou shalt die. Surely the earth, that's wise being very old, Needs not our help. Then loose me, love, and hold Thy sultry hair up from my face; that I May pour for thee this golden wine, brim-high, Till round the glass thy fingers glow like gold. We'll drown all hours: thy song, while hours are toll'd, Shall leap, as fountains veil the changing sky. Now kiss, and...
Página 214 - WITHOUT HER WHAT of her glass without her ? The blank grey There where the pool is blind of the moon's face. Her dress without her ? The tossed empty space Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away. Her paths without her ? Day's appointed sway Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place Without her ? Tears, ah me I for love's good grace, And cold forgetfulness of night or day.
Página 168 - LOVESIGHT When do I see thee most, beloved one ? When in the light the spirits of mine eyes Before thy face, their altar, solemnize The worship of that Love through thee made known ? Or when in the dusk hours, (we two alone,) Close-kissed and eloquent of still replies Thy twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies, And my soul only sees thy soul its own?
Página 210 - I sat with Love upon a woodside well, Leaning across the water, I and he ; Nor ever did he speak nor looked at me, But touched his lute wherein was audible The certain secret thing he had to tell...
Página 192 - SOUL-LIGHT WHAT other woman could be loved like you, Or how of you should love possess his fill ? After the fulness of all rapture, still, — As at the end of some deep avenue A tender glamour of day, — there comes to view Far in your eyes a yet more hungering thrill, — Such fire as Love's soul-winnowing hands distil Even from his inmost ark of light and dew.
Página 267 - TO-DAY Death seems to me an infant child Which her worn mother Life upon my knee Has set to grow my friend and play with me ; If haply so my heart might be beguil'd To find no terrors in a face so mild...

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