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I do not see the hills around, Nor mark the tints the copses wear… I do not note the grassy ground And constellated daisies there. I hear not the contralto note
“Poor wanderer,” said the leaden s… “I fain would lighten thee, But there are laws in force on hig… Which say it must not be.” —"I would not freeze thee, shorn o…
THOUGH I waste watches framing… Some spirit to mine own in clasp a… Out of the night there looms a sen… To fail obtaining whom one fails t… For winning love we win the risk o…
WHEN you paced forth, to wait ma… A dream of other offspring held my… Compounded of us twain as Love de… Rare forms, that corporate now wil… Should I, too, wed as slave to Mo…
‘More than half my life long Did they weigh me falsely, to my b… But they all have shrunk away into… Like a lost song. ’And the day has dawned and come
Through vaults of pain, Enribbed and wrought with groins o… I passed, and garish spectres move… To dire distress. And hammerings,
Woman much missed, how you call to… Saying that now you are not as you… When you had changed from the one… But as at first, when our day was… Can it be you that I hear? Let me…
Child, were I king, I’d yield my… My chariot, sceptre, vassal-ser… My crown, my porphyry-basined wate… My fleets, whereto the sea is but… For a glance from you!
While the far farewell music thins… And the broad bottoms rip the bear… All smalling slowly to the gray se… And each significant red smoke-sha… Keen sense of severance everywhere…
“I have finished another year,” sa… “In grey, green, white, and brown; I have strewn the leaf upon the so… Sealed up the worm within the clod… And let the last sun down.”
Hereto I come to interview a ghos… Whither, O whither will its whim… Up the cliff, down, till I’m lone… And the unseen waters’ ejaculation… Where you will next be there’s no…
At last! In sight of home again, Of home again; No more to range and roam again As at that bygone time? No more to go away from us
Why do you harbour that great chev… Filling up your narrow room? You never preen or plume, Or look in a week at your full—len… Picture of bachelor gloom!
(After passing Sirmione, April 18… Sirmio, thou dearest dear of stran… That Neptune strokes in lake and… With what high joy from stranger l… Doth thy old friend set foot on th…
Breathe not, hid Heart: cease sil… And though thy birth-hour beckons… Sleep the long sleep: The Doomsters heap Travails and teens around us here,