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Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.
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 -…
(1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember death.
I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket’s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me
JUST now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . . as strange, as st… A white moth flew . . . Why am I… So cold?
Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly’… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!
What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?
Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and… The snow!
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…
The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.
In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried
Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!
Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but
Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?