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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 -
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…
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!
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 -…
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.
Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:
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…
Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and
A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,
Hear thou my lamentation, Eros, Aphrodite’s son! My heart is broken and my days are… Where the woods are dark and the s… Eros!
Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I’ll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun’s Gold flood.
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,
I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.
These be three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of… Just dead.
And the centurion who stood by sai… Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy… Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclips…