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No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!
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…
All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.
The immemorial grief of all years Burdes my heart sorely, and the ye… Of slow eternal crying stain my ch… Forever and forever my soul speaks Saying: I am thy self: Look on me…
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.
Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord’s mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She is weeping. The Queen of Hea…
Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou art come Upon the remote, cold place Of ultimate dissolution and
Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and… The snow!
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad
But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.