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Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still
Thou beautiful and ivory gates That shut my tears away from me - Even, at last, such refuge yield That great, safe doors of Ebony.
A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,
With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut m… From life.
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?
Nor stars . . the dark . . and in The dark the grey Ghost glimmer of the olive trees The black straight rows Of Cypresses.
What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?
All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold
A laggard in the rear of time’s sw… And one who loiters on an aimless… Through lands he knows not; lured… In secret paths where silence hold… And rust ascending wings. Roads m…
In the cold I will rise, I will b… In waters of ice; myself Will shiver, and shrive myself, Alone in the dawn, and anoint Forehead and feet and hands;
White doves of Cytherea, by your… Across the blue Heaven’s bluest h… And by your certain homing to Lov… Still to be true and ever true -…
‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly’… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!