Swept into limbo is the host Of heavenly angels, row on row; The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Pale and defeated, rise and go. The great Jehovah is laid low,
As I go down the street A hundred boys a day I meet, And gazing from my window high I like to watch them passing by. I like the boy that earns his bread;
The wind blows down the dusty street; And through my soul that grieves- It brings a sudden odour sweet: A smell of popular leaves.
Am I waking, am I sleeping? As the first faint dawn comes creeping Thro' the pane, I am aware Of an unseen presence hovering, Round, above, in dusky air ;
Will the hot sun never die? He shines too bright, too long. How slow the hours creep by!
O youth whose heart is right, Whose loins are girt to gainThe hell-defended height Where Virtue beckons plain;
METHINKS my love to thee doth grow, And this the sign: I see the spirit claim thee, And do not blame thee, Nor break intrusive on the Holy Ground,
Lying asleep between the strokes of night I saw my love lean over my sad bed, Pale as the duskiest lily’s leaf or head,
In the late autumn's dusky-golden prime, When sickles gleam, and rusts the idle plough, The time of apples dropping from the bough, And yellow leaves on sycamore and lime.
GIVE me, O friend, the secret of thy heart Safe in my breast to hide, So that the leagues which keep our lives apart May not our souls divide.
Sun burning down on back and loins, penetrating the skin, bathing their flanks in sweat, Where they lie naked on the warm ground, and the ferns arch over them,
You, proud curve-lipped youth. with brown sensitive face, Why, suddenly, as you sat there on the grass, did you turn full upon me those twin black eye of yours
O night of death, O night that bringest all, Night full of dreams and large with promises, O night that holdest on thy shadowy knees
I DREAMED my Lady and I were dead And dust was either heart; Our bodies in one grave were laid, Our souls went far apart, Hers with the saints for aye to dwell
HARK, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood Of some branchy bunchy bushybowered wood,
O faithful eyes, day after day as I see and how you--unswerving faithful and beautiful--going about your ordinary work unnoticed,
Atthis, my darling, thou did'st stray A few feet to the rushy bed, When a great fear and passion shook
If not from Phaon I must hope for ease, Ah ! let me seek it from the raging seas : To raging seas unpitied I'll remove;
He has given himself to me, And he class me his at last. All's well that is to be, And all is well that is past.
I hate you with a necessary hate. First, I sought patience: passionate was she: My patience turned in very scorn of me, That I should dare forgive a sin so great,
Dark Angel, with thine aching lust To rid the world of penitence: Malicious Angel, who still dost My soul such subtile violence!
Unto my bed last night, methought there came Our lady of strange dreams, and from an urn She poured live fire, so that mine eyes did burn
I dreamed I stood upon a little hill, And at my feet there lay a ground, that seemed Like a waste garden, flowering at its will
CHILD, the hours that breathe around thee Know thee most divinely fair ; In its love the last enwound thee, And the next shall take thy hair
Á Quoi Bon Dire Seventeen years ago you said Something that sounded like Good-bye;
With whom, then, should I sleep? perhaps with thee, And gaze into those eyes, those deep sad eyes, Feeling the drowsy touch of thy vast wings.