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and o for once let me complain
i must forego life's better part
man's dearer gain | img2poems |
'robbed robbed of life's illusions sweet
and passion fainting at her feet
to wake no more | img2poems |
i would for all my fealty
that i could be as much to you
as you to me | img2poems |
how he had said that he would fain
that life would at a stand remain
eternally | img2poems |
the well-contented heart be fed
ever as then and all the world
when sails were furled | img2poems |
then closer at her side reclined
the bold brown woman from afar
comes to me blind | img2poems |
it swept with thunderous noises loud
shaped like a curling snow-white cloud
or like a demon in a shroud | img2poems |
then bankes came downe with ruin and rout
then beaten foam flew round about
then all the mighty floods were out | img2poems |
thou didst thou didst my daughter deare
the waters laid thee at his doore
ere yet the early dawn was clear | img2poems |
thy pretty bairns in fast embrace
the lifted sun shone on thy face
downe drifted to thy dwelling-place | img2poems |
that flow strewed wrecks about the grass
that ebbe swept out the flocks to sea
a fatal ebbe and flow alas | img2poems |
lift
o lift thou lowering sky
an thou wilt thy gloom forego | img2poems |
lift
o lift thou lowering sky
an thou canst thy blue regain | img2poems |
m
no: e'en my solitude is not mine now
and if i be alone is ofttimes doubt | img2poems |
man dwells apart though not alone
he walks among his peers unread
the best of thoughts which he hath known | img2poems |
i wait for my story the birds cannot sing it
not one as he sits on the tree
the bells cannot ring it but long years o bring it | img2poems |
let the star-clusters glow
let the sweet waters flow
and cross quickly to me | img2poems |
ah my sailor make haste
for the time runs to waste
and my love lieth deep | img2poems |
heigh ho
daisies and buttercups
fair yellow daffodils stately and tall | img2poems |
o that an echo might wake
and waft one note of thy psalm to me
ere my heart-strings break | img2poems |
while swam the unshed tear
her prattlers little heeding
would murmur this bird with its carol clear | img2poems |
when the red clay was kneaden
and god made adam our father dear
sang to him thus in eden | img2poems |
ah
surely methought by these shouts upraised
some travellers are benighted | img2poems |
let the child from its rest be taken
for the captain doth weary for babe and for bride
waken madam waken | img2poems |
the daffodils were fair to see
they nodded lightly on the lea
persephone persephone | img2poems |
drawn nigh she deemed it fairer still
and stooped to gather by the rill
the daffodil the daffodil | img2poems |
o light light light
she cries farewell
the coal-black horses wait for me | img2poems |
demeter seeks her far and wide
and gloomy-browed doth ceaseless roam
from many a morn till eventide | img2poems |
my life immortal though it be
is nought she cries for want of thee
persephone persephone | img2poems |
fade fade and droop o lilied lea
where thou dear heart wert reft from me
persephone persephone | img2poems |
or seated on the elysian hill
she dreams of earthly daylight still
and murmurs of the daffodil | img2poems |
the tender corn upon the lea
droops in her goddess gloom when she
cries for her lost persephone | img2poems |
arise and set the maiden free
why should the world such sorrow dree
by reason of persephone | img2poems |
the gates of hades set her free
she will return full soon saith he
my wife my wife persephone | img2poems |
her lips reply without her will
as one addressed who slumbereth still
the daffodil the daffodil | img2poems |
calm queen of hades art thou she
who stepped so lightly on the lea
persephone persephone | img2poems |
come over come home
through the salt sea foam
my sailor my sailor boy | img2poems |
yet come to me home
through the salt sea foam
for the greek must ask elsewhere | img2poems |
many lands they look to me
one of these might be wanting a prince as well
but that's as hereafter may be | img2poems |
she raised her white head
and laughed and she said
that's as hereafter may be | img2poems |
ay ay sir
quoth the fisherman
have done | img2poems |
he cried and then i rolled the rubbish out
more loudly than the meaning warranted
to air my lungs i thought not on the words | img2poems |
then said the fisherman who missed the point
so mike rolls out the psalm you'll hear him sir
please god you live till sunday | img2poems |
even so
and you too fisherman for here they say
you are all church-goers | img2poems |
ay sir and when he was a younger man
he went out in the lifeboat very oft
before the 'grace of sunderland' was wrecked | img2poems |
we too rose up (the crimson in the sky
flushing our faces) and went sauntering on
and thought to reach our lodging by the cliff | img2poems |
and rent with many a crevice where the wind
had laid up drifts of empty eggshells swept
from the bare berths of gulls and guillemots | img2poems |
i charge you mothers
by the mother's milk
he drew and by his father god over all | img2poems |
see here
it is the night
it is the night | img2poems |
i think not fishermen i have not heard
such women curse
god's curse is curse enough | img2poems |
it is enough can such an one be here
yea here
o god forgive you fishermen | img2poems |
a little while it is a little while
a little while and i will comfort thee
i go away but i will come again | img2poems |
god save me i have been a sinful man
and save the lives of them that still can work
for they are good to me ay good to me | img2poems |
but she if any neighbors had come in
: if any neighbors had come in
they might have seen her crying on her knees | img2poems |
and sobbing 'lost lost lost
' beating her breast
her breast forever pricked with cruel thorns | img2poems |
and her tears flow down
down to her lips her lips that kiss the print
of nails and love is like to break her heart | img2poems |
love and repentance for it still doth work
sore in her soul to think to think that she
even she did pierce the sacred sacred feet | img2poems |
and out in darkness with the fisherfolk
we passed and stumbled over mounds of moss
and heard but did not see the passing beck | img2poems |
a simple custom this i love it well
a carved betrothal and a pledge of truth
beneath the yew-trees sat our village youth | img2poems |
ah sweetest voice
how pensive were its tones
and how regretful its unconscious pause | img2poems |
ah would it might be so
i thought and stood
listening entranced among the underwood | img2poems |
my daughter my beloved be not you
like those same roses
o bewildering word | img2poems |
o woman
thou wert fashioned to beguile
so have all sages said all poets sung | img2poems |
she looked again as one that half afraid
would fain be certain of a doubtful thing
or one beseeching do not me upbraid | img2poems |
and then she trembled like the fluttering
of timid little birds and silent stood
no smile wherewith to mock my hardihood | img2poems |
i thought awhile then slumber came to me
and tangled all my fancy in her maze
and i was drifting on a raft at sea | img2poems |
the near all ocean and the far all haze
through the while polished water sharks did glide
and up in heaven i saw no stars to guide | img2poems |
the cleft was wide enough to let me through
i clambered out and felt the balmy breeze
and stepped on churchyard grasses wet with dew | img2poems |
her dreamy smile was very fair to see
and her two hands were folded to her breast
with somewhat held between them heedfully | img2poems |
o fast asleep
and yet methought she knew
and felt my nearness those shut eyelids through | img2poems |
o if this be
i said yet speak to me
i blame my very dream for cruelty | img2poems |
and sayest thou so
she sighed in murmurs sweet
i have nought else to give thee now mine own | img2poems |
when by the churchyard wicket standing still
i cast my eager eyes abroad to know
if change had touched the scenes of long ago | img2poems |
my eyes were dazzled with delightful tears
in sooth they were the last i ever shed
for with them fell the cherished dreams of years | img2poems |
i looked and on the wall above my head
over her seat there was a tablet placed
with one word only on the marble traced | img2poems |
when like shooting-stars the angels
to your couch at nightfall go
are their swift wings heard to rustle | img2poems |
of the valley where it grows
but the baby heart receiveth
more than it bestows | img2poems |
secure from cold hunger and weather stain
fixed in his right and born to good estate
from common ills set by and separate | img2poems |
god
cried the dreaming man right impiously
what have i done that these my sleep affray | img2poems |
god
said the phantom i appeal to thee
appoint thou me this man to be my prey | img2poems |
god
sighed the kneeling woman frail and old
i pray thee take me for the world is cold | img2poems |
her tale
the justice cried
a pauper's tale | img2poems |
and he took heart at this so low behest
and let the stoutness of his will prevail
demanding is't for her you break my rest | img2poems |
speak
though she kneel throughout the livelong night
and yet shall kneel between thee and the light | img2poems |
if thou obey'st a greater tell thy lord
that i have paid her wages
cry to him | img2poems |
he has not much against me
none can say
i have not paid her wages day by day | img2poems |
then
quoth the shade and he constrained said on
then she reproved curtseyed herself away | img2poems |
but yet and yet the dreaded questions came
and didst thou weigh the matter taking thought
upon her sober life and honest fame | img2poems |
i gave it he replied with gaze distraught
i gave it fiend the usual care i took
the usual pains i could not nearer look | img2poems |
she said she was not guilty
ay 'tis true
she said so but the poor are liars all | img2poems |
hear him
the phantom muttered hear this man
o changeless god upon the judgment throne | img2poems |
but what
nay verily nor wealth nor weal
from henceforth shall afford thy soul delight | img2poems |
what thought she on this woman
on her days
of toil or on the supperless night forlorn | img2poems |
with that she opened but for fear she cried
for lo
two angels one on either side | img2poems |
call me o call from this world troublesome
and let me see thy face
he answered come | img2poems |
i said she was a london woman sir
and a fine scholar but i never said
she knew about the songs | img2poems |
tell
there's nought to tell
only they snored o' nights and frighted us | img2poems |
ah
there be some hearts i wis
to which nothing comes amiss | img2poems |
'cuckoo cuckoo
float anear in upper blue
art thou yet a prophet true | img2poems |
cry thou black prophetess
sit up awake
forebode and ban them through the desolate night | img2poems |
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