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Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad
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?
With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut m… From life.
Too far afield thy search. Nay, t… At thine own elbow potent Memory… Thy double, and eternity is cupped In the pale hollow of those ghostl…
What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?
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…
I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket’s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me
Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,
‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’
He comes from Mass early in the m… The sky’s the very blue Madonna w… The air’s alive with gold! Mark y… The birds sing and the dusted shim… On leaf and fruit?..Per Bacco, wh…