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Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.
Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad
Was it love breathed on us as on t… Dawn breathes for a short space an… Or loved we never at all who but m… With too dim vision the guarded my… Were we unfaithful or were we unwi…
I make my shroud, but no one knows… So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows, I make my shroud, but no one knows… In door-way where the lilac blows,
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
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…
Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief mu… With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory.
THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?
Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!
Lo, All the Way, Look you, I said, the clouds will… Grow clear, the road Be easier for my travelling the fi… So sodden and dead,
Avis, the fair, at dawn Rose lightly from her bed, Herself arrayed, Avis, the fait, the maid, In vestiment of lawn;
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,
Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?