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Under a flowering Tree I sat with my dearest Love. Night flowered in stars above And the heart was a—flower in me.
Tarry a moment, happy feet, That to the sound of laughter glid… O glad ones of the evening street, Behold what forms are at your side… You conquerors of the toilsome day
Why hurt so hard by little pricks, By chasing cares so clouded over, Heart of mine? Holding what no storm can unfix Nor time corrupt, O tender lover!
Naked reality, and menace near As fire to scorching flesh, shall… The spirit that sees, with danger—… What it must save or die for; not… Name, but the thing, now doubly, t…
I am weary of doing and dating The day with the thing to be done, This painful self translating To a language not my own. Give me to fashion a thing;
At Tiro, in her father’s tower, The young Cristina had her bower, Over blue Bolsena’s lake, Where small frolic ripples break Under a grove of sycamore
Now danced are all the dances, And all the games are done, The merry noise, the laughter, Feasting and lights and fun; The gifts unwrapt and given,
Mother, because thine eyes are sea… And thy cheeks pale, and thy lips… In silence plunged, so fathomlessl… Thou liest, and relaxest all thy w… Is it indeed thy spirit that is fl…
Your hearts are lifted up, your he… That have foreknown the utter pric… Your hearts burn upward like a fla… Of splendour and of sacrifice. For you, you too, to battle go,
Gentle as fine rain falling from t… The first beams from the Indian m… Steal through the boughs, and brig… Glide like a breath, a fragrance v… Asoka round him sees
Spring has leapt into Summer. A glory has gone from the green. The flush of the poplar has sobere… The flame in the leaf of the lime… But I am thinking of the young me…
Who are these that come from the e… Coming as the swallows come out of… In the glory of Spring? They are… With purpose in the eyes, with a s… These are they who have left the f…
Lusty life her river pours Along a road of shining shores. The moon of August beams Mild as upon her harvest slopes; b… From man’s full—breath’d abounding…
What shall I say to thee, my spir… Unaccountably conquered, where tho… Life, that, yesterday, the sun’s o… Darkened now, like a train of capt… Alas! ’tis an old trouble, vainly…
My spirit was like the lonely air Before night, Like hovering cloud that’s melted… In the late light, When slow the vast earth—shadows r…