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As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -
Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and… The snow!
I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket’s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me
No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!
Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,
Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.
‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue
Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?
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 -…
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 hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
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!
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,
‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’