In the Garden of Dreams: Lyrics and Sonnets

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Roberts brothers, 1890 - 170 pages
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Page 9 - THE moving accident is not my trade: To freeze the blood I have no ready arts : 'Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
Page 13 - LOVE'S RESURRECTION DAY ROUND among the quiet graves, When the sun was low, Love went grieving, — Love who saves: Did the sleepers know? At his touch the flowers awoke, At his tender call Birds into sweet singing broke, And it did befall From the blooming, bursting sod All Love's dead arose, And went flying up to God By a way Love knows.
Page 139 - Oh to be young and alive again ! But never December turns to June, And length of living is length of pain : Winds in the nestless trees complain, Snows of winter about us tarry, And never the birds come back again Under the wintry skies to marry. Envoi. Youths and maidens, blithesome and vain, Time makes thrusts that you...
Page 122 - If I were pouring at Thy feet my tears, If I were clamoring to see Thy face, - I should not need Thee, Lord, as now I need, Whose dumb, dead soul knows neither hopes nor fears. Nor dreads the outer darkness of this place — Because I seek not, pray not, give Thou heed...
Page 84 - Sonnets," the following formed one of the one hundred : — " Wilt thou forget me in that other sphere — Thou who hast shared my life so long in this — And straight grown dizzy with that greater bliss, Fronting heaven's splendor strong and full and clear, No longer hold the old embraces dear When some sweet seraph crowns thee with her kiss? Nay, surely from that rapture thou wouldst miss Some slight small thing that thou hast cared for here. I do not dream that from those ultimate heights Thou...
Page 77 - Poor child, poor child": and as he turned away Came a deep silence, and I knew he wept. He did not touch the shroud, or raise the fold That hid my face, or take my hand in his, Or ruffle the smooth pillows for my head: He did not love me living; but once dead He pitied me; and very sweet it is To know he still is warm though I am cold.
Page 83 - Love is dead that has been quick so long ! **-* Close, then, his eyes, and bear him to his rest, With eglantine and myrtle on his breast, And leave him there, their pleasant scents among...
Page 111 - A moment after, and hands unseen Were hanging the night around us fast; But we knew that a bar was broken between Life and life: we were mixed at last In spite of the mortal screen.
Page 20 - TDALLID with too much longing, •*• White with passion and prayer, Goddess of love and beauty, She sits in the picture there, — Sits with her dark eyes seeking Something more subtle still Than the old delights of loving Her measureless days to fill. She has loved and been loved so often In her long, immortal years, That she tires of the worn-out rapture, Sickens of hopes and fears. No joys or sorrows move her, Done with her ancient pride ; For her head she found too heavy The crown she has cast...

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