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Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,
Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grie…
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
Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and… The snow!
But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!
Fugitive, wistful, Pausing at edge of her going, Autumn, the maiden, turns, Leans to the earth with ineffable Gesture. Ah, more than
The sun is warm today, O Romulus, and on Thine older Palentine the birds Still sing.
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?
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;
Little Sister Rose-Marie, Will thy feet as willing-light Run through Paradise, I wonder, As they run the blue skies under, Willing feet, so airy-light?
The shadowy boy of night Crosses the dusking land; He sows his poppy-seeds With steady, gentle hand. The shadowy boy of night
Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.
(Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day.
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.
Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!