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Little Sister Rose-Marie, Will thy feet as willing-light Run through Paradise, I wonder, As they run the blue skies under, Willing feet, so airy-light?
A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,
‘Let me be young,’ the Latmian sh… ‘And let me have on night-time hil… Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven’s… And gave his youth and dreams her… What news comrade upon the mountai…
Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou art come Upon the remote, cold place Of ultimate dissolution and
Well and If day on day Follows and weary year On year . . . and ever days and ye… Well?
Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket’s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me
Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?
Grey gaolers are my griefs That will not let me free; The bitterness of tears Is warder unto me. I may not leap or run;
‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue
Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I
Thou beautiful and ivory gates That shut my tears away from me - Even, at last, such refuge yield That great, safe doors of Ebony.
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…
Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,