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Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.
A laggard in the rear of time’s sw… And one who loiters on an aimless… Through lands he knows not; lured… In secret paths where silence hold… And rust ascending wings. Roads m…
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…
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…
Thou beautiful and ivory gates That shut my tears away from me - Even, at last, such refuge yield That great, safe doors of Ebony.
Great Kings were dust and all the… Did my harp’s taut and burnished s… The fragrance of dead ladies’ love… Blew never down but for my lute.
For Aubrey Beardsley’s picture Pierrot is dying: Tiptoe in, Finger touched to lip, Harlequin,
Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
Nor stars . . the dark . . and in The dark the grey Ghost glimmer of the olive trees The black straight rows Of Cypresses.
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
The cold With steely clutch Grips all the land. .alack The little people in the hills Will die!
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!