#AmericanWriters
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…
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?
Musicians O Musicians: Heartseas… Heartsease: an you will have me li… Light wind in the small green leav… Play, oh play, my sad heart ease; Birds, shake from your wilding thr…
In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?
‘There’s be no roof to shelter you… You’ll have no where to lay your h… And who will get your food for you… Star-dust pays for no man’s bread. So, Jacky, come give me your fidd…
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,
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!
Avis, the fair, at dawn Rose lightly from her bed, Herself arrayed, Avis, the fait, the maid, In vestiment of lawn;
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 -…
Fugitive, wistful, Pausing at edge of her going, Autumn, the maiden, turns, Leans to the earth with ineffable Gesture. Ah, more than