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As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -
Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,
(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.
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket’s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me
How can you lie so still? All day… And never a blade of all the green… To show where restlessly you toss… And fling a desperate arm or draw… Stiffened and aching from their lo…
Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,
A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,
‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?
What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?
Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.