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64-66 Fifth Avenue APRIL SONG ASTERS Avenue New York back again To-night Beneath bitter blue body's Boston Transcript breast bright CALCUTTA child clanging city cold COMPANY Publishers 64-66 crying after love dark dusk earth EBB TIDE empty dreams eyes flowers fountain sang frail gave give Gold and gleaming grass gray hair HARRIET MONROE heard HELEN OF TROY kiss lamp leaves look lost LOVE SONGS love's glory loveliness to sell lover lute MACMILLAN COMPANY Publishers Merlin moon never NOVEMBER NIGHT old loves stayed park peace Pierrot plays poem poetry Publishers 64-66 Fifth RAIN I THOUGHT remembered beauty Rivers ROBINSON'S NEW BOOK rush of rain sang and sang Sara Teasdale satyr sea gulls soar shadows shining silence soul spirit SPRING RAIN spring thunder sway and sing things third love tree tremulous Unless I learn waked watch the swans waves wild winter night youth Yzdra
Page 6 - I asked the heaven of stars What I should give my love — It answered me with silence, Silence above. I asked the darkened sea Down where the fishermen go — It answered me with silence, Silence below. Oh, I could give him weeping, Or I could give him song — But how can I give silence My whole life long?
Page 27 - SPRING NIGHT The park is filled with night and fog, The veils are drawn about the world. The drowsy lights along the paths Are dim and pearled. Gold and gleaming the empty streets, Gold and gleaming the misty lake, The mirrored lights like sunken swords, Glimmer and shake. Oh, is it not enough to be Why have I put off my pride, Here with this beauty over me?
Page 7 - THE LOOK STREPHON kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Strephon's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in Colin's eyes Haunts me night and day.
Page 29 - But over the roofs there came The wet new wind of May, And a tune blew up from the curb Where the street-pianos play. My room was white with the sun And Love cried out in me, "I am strong, I will break your heart Unless you set me free.
Page 28 - O beauty, are you not enough? Why am I crying after love With youth, a singing voice, and eyes To take earth's wonder with surprise? Why have I put off my pride, Why am I unsatisfied, — I, for whom the pensive night Binds her cloudy hair with light, — I, for whom all beauty burns Like incense in a million urns?
Page 15 - PIERROT * Pierrot stands in the garden Beneath a waning moon, And on his lute he fashions A fragile silver tune. Pierrot plays in the garden, He thinks he plays for me, But I am quite forgotten Under the cherry tree. Pierrot plays in the garden, And all the roses know That Pierrot loves his music,— But I love Pierrot.
Page 24 - I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough, And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now.
Page 47 - HOUSE FROM naked stones of agony I will build a house for me; As a mason all alone I will raise it, stone by stone, And every stone where I have bled Will show a sign of dusky red. I have not gone the way in vain, For I have good of all my pain; My spirit's quiet house will be Built of naked stones I trod On roads where I lost sight of God.