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Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!
Joy! Joy! Joy! The hills are glad, The valleys re-echo with merriment… In my heart is the sound of laught… And my feet dance to the time of i…
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;
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.
‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’
My songs to sell, sweet maid! I pray you buy. Here’s one will win a lady’s tears… Here’s one will make her gay, Here’s one will charm your true lo…
As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -
Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.
The sun is warm today, O Romulus, and on Thine older Palentine the birds Still sing.
(1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember death.
Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.