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A wind rose in the night, (She had always feared it so!) Sorrow plucked at my heart And I could not help but go. Softly I went and stood
IF I had a lover, now, who would… Yourself with your laughter, your… Yet I’d know when you kissed me y… But kneeling in tears at a lost la… Or if I should seek him who loves…
The thing that I am seeking I know I shall not find; A wistful voice is crying This sorrow in my mind. I know I shall not find it
MICHAEL walks in autumn leaves Rustling leaves and fading grasses… And his little music-box Tinkles faintly as he passes. It’s a gay and jaunty tune
THE heart knoweth? If this be tr… Then the thing that I bear in my… For it knows no more than a hollow… That answers to every wind. I am sick of the thing! I think w…
WHEN I was young my heart was ol… My heart was rich and very wise: Now all its wisdom has been told And all its wealth is fairy gold And all its joy futilities.
IF I had loved you, soon, ah, soo… Had I been kind you had kissed me… The kiss that I would not give is… Now you are mine forever, because… You think that you are free and ha…
ONCE I knelt in my shining mail Here by Thine altar all the night… My heart beat proudly, my prayer r… But I looked to my armor to win t… God, my lance was a broken reed,
I SAW her after many years. The blue-black hair that had swept… Was dull and grey. No one would t… To look at her thin face worn with… I felt my own wet eyelids burn,
I SHEATH my sword. In mercy go… Turn back from me your hopeless ey… For in them all my anger dies: I cannot face a beaten foe. My cause was just, the fight was s…
HERE where each road-worn one Rests till the night is done, In the grey dawning I saw my hors… And as I left the inn With his smooth face of sin
THE highest apple swinging in the… Fell in my two hands, eagerly upli… For though I knew its height was… Still I would have it. Now I am wise with centuries of w…
WHEN a storm comes up at night a… When the trees are moaning like ma… I wake in fear and put out my hand… With your name on my lips. No pain that the heart can hold is…
BECAUSE I show a guarded face To all the world but one or two, And in my heart’s most secret plac… Consider lilies, why should you Whose roses grow in common ground
DEAR, O desolate bright head! O drooping mouth and shaken chin! How could I ever lock you in? They were too harsh, the words I… Should I have only smiled, instea…