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when i hear the waters fretting
when i see the chestnut letting
all her lovely blossom falter down i think alas the day | img2poems |
once with magical sweet singing
blackbirds set the woodland ringing
that awakes no more while april hours wear themselves away | img2poems |
what idless graced the twittering things
luxurious paddlings in the spray
and delicate lifting up of wings | img2poems |
he knew she did not love him but so long
as rivals were unknown to him he dwelt
at ease and did not find his love a pain | img2poems |
she said
i shall not live to see it but she did
little sickly face a wan thin face | img2poems |
with that they parted from their boy and lived
longing between his holidays and time
sped he grew on till he had eighteen years | img2poems |
i do not care that my one son should sleep
merely for keeping him in breath and wake
only to ride to cover | img2poems |
do laddie
quoth she faltering half in tears
are you not happy with us not content | img2poems |
but his arms
folding he sat and twisted up his mouth
with comical discomfiture | img2poems |
no
do ye laddie
quoth the dame and laughed | img2poems |
what then
he dwelt among them as of old
and taught his mouth to smile | img2poems |
she cared no whit if laurance went or stayed
but answered when he spoke and dropped her cheek
in her fair hand | img2poems |
madam
and muriel lifted up her face
and looked they looked into each other's eyes | img2poems |
all's done
you hear it muriel if you can
o sweet forgive me | img2poems |
but what was that to muriel though her peace
he would have purchased for her with all prayers
and costly passionate despairing tears | img2poems |
ay he was gone
and she whom he had wed
as muriel learned was sick was poor was sad | img2poems |
but when that other heard it is the end
his heart was sick and he as by a power
far stronger than himself was driven to her | img2poems |
reason rebelled against it but his will
required it of him with a craving strong
as life and passionate though hopeless pain | img2poems |
she when she saw his face considered him
full quietly let all excuses pass
not answered and considered yet again | img2poems |
remain
she said for there is something to be told
some words that you must hear | img2poems |
but were it best to weep for a dead wife
and let the sorrow spend and satisfy
itself with all expression and so end | img2poems |
how shall i do the rest
and he who felt
her inmost thought was silent even as she | img2poems |
the wife
considering it with deep and strange delight
forgot for once her babe and looked and learned | img2poems |
mercy
muriel cried
but laurance does not wish it | img2poems |
he knows you love him but he will not speak
no never
some men are such gentlemen | img2poems |
the dropping thorn makes white the grass o sweetest lass and sweetest
lass
come out and smell the ricks of hay adown the croft with me o | img2poems |
and thou my lass by morning's light wast all in white wast all in
white
and parson stood within the rails a-marrying me and thee o | img2poems |
yes and i saw thee start upon thy way
so sure that we should meet
upon our trysting-day | img2poems |
and even absence then to me was sweet
because it brought me time to brood
upon thy dearness in the solitude | img2poems |
i only saw the stars i could not see
the river and they seemed to lie
as far below as the other stars were high | img2poems |
i look on you trembling and think in the dark with my soul
how small is our place 'mid the kingdoms and nations of god
these are greater than we every one | img2poems |
and there falls a great fear and a dread cometh over that cries
o my hope
is there any mistake | img2poems |
did he speak
did i hear
did i listen aright if he spake | img2poems |
did i answer him duly
for surely i now am awake
if never i woke until now | img2poems |
for this is a world full of sorrow
keep watch o'er its dust else thy children for aye are undone
for this is a world where we die | img2poems |
i have felt it
go on while the world is asleep
golden islands fast moored in god's infinite deep | img2poems |
far she sought o'er wood and wold but found not aught to say
mounting lark nor mantling cloud would any counsel render
though sweetly she had carolled upon that morn of may | img2poems |
shy she sought the wooer's face and deemed the wooing mended
proper man he was good sooth and one would have his way
so the lass was made a wife and so the song was ended | img2poems |
and dove with the white breast
let me alone the dream is my own
and my heart is full of rest | img2poems |
my love with the true heart
to think i have come to this your home
and yet we are apart | img2poems |
my love
he stood at my right hand
his eyes were grave and sweet | img2poems |
till night rose over the bourne
the dove on the mast as we sailed fast
did mourn and mourn and mourn | img2poems |
and stirred the dens beneath
to see us eat of death
with all the scoffing heavens toward us bending | img2poems |
and the winged armies twain
their awful watch maintain
they mark the earth at rest with her great dead | img2poems |
peace
lo he lifts a priestly hand
and blesseth all the sons of men in every land | img2poems |
silence
o i had my day
margaret margaret | img2poems |
i stoop: within 'tis dark and still
but shadowy paths methinks there be
and lead they far into the hill | img2poems |
through foaming gulfs of yeasty spray
to yield it on a grassy hill
at the noon of day | img2poems |
and behold
there was music within and a song
and echoes did feed on the sweetness repeating it long | img2poems |
i opened the door of my heart
and behold
there was music within and a song | img2poems |
o the song
it came and went
went and came | img2poems |
i have not learned
half the lore whereto it yearned
half the magic that it meant | img2poems |
where's the danger
where's the cold
slippery danger up the steep | img2poems |
chirping bird and tumbling spray
light work laughter scent of hay
peace and echo where are they | img2poems |
o happy gladys
i rejoice with her
for gladys saw the island | img2poems |
but it was said we think it were not well
that little gladys should acquire a taste
for pleasure going about and needless change | img2poems |
and how my heart hushed down and shaded lies
just like the sea when low convenient clouds
come over and drink all its sparkles up | img2poems |
why gladys is a child she has not skill
to shut herself within her own small cell
and build the door up and to say 'poor me | img2poems |
quoth gladys cogitating they were kind
the words that woman spoke
she does not know | img2poems |
why did i envy them
that was not good
yet it began with my humility | img2poems |
child what art doing here
the woman said
what wilt thou of dame isis and her bairn | img2poems |
(ay ay we see thee breathing in thy shroud
pretty shroud all frilled and furbelowed
the air is dim with dust of spiced bones | img2poems |
but o good lord ' saith he 'when these are sick
i fear me lord this excellent workmanship
of thine is counted for a cumbrance then | img2poems |
so gladys set her feet upon the sand
while in the sunset glory died away
the peaks of that blest island | img2poems |
we always read when any fable ends
hence we may learn
a moral must be found | img2poems |
she moves atween the almond boughs and bends
one thick with bloom to look on it
o love | img2poems |
preserve to me my wealth i do not say
for that is wasted away
and much of it was cankered ere it went | img2poems |
no but i pray if it be not too late
open to me the gate
that i may find my babe when i am dead | img2poems |
hangs thick as a swarm of bees
or a clustering village street
foundationless built on the seas | img2poems |
for rain came down in the night
and thunder muttered full oft
but now the azure is bright | img2poems |
many times since we have met
for i hold the years in my heart
and all that was is yet | img2poems |
beautiful eyes and shall i see no more
the living thought when it would leap from them
and play in all its sweetness 'neath their lids | img2poems |
_quoth the cedar to the reeds and rushes
water-grass you know not what i do
know not of my storms nor of my hushes | img2poems |
breathe o wind and set our answer free
for we have no voice of you forsaken
for the cedar-tree | img2poems |
the lovely ladies flocked within
and still would each one say
good mercer be the ships come up | img2poems |
and they flocked to the shore amain
all over the hoe that livelong night
many stood out in the rain | img2poems |
now farther on in womanhood
she gently stands where once she stood
and sings from out her deeper heart | img2poems |
i will not think upon it
yet she was
o she was dear my dutiful dear child | img2poems |
one soweth nay but i will tell this out
the first fyte was the best i call it such
for now as some old song men think on it | img2poems |
i dwell where england narrows running north
and while our hay was cut came rumours up
humming and swarming round our heads like bees | img2poems |
let be ' and pushing past 'beshrew thy heart
bargain
nay | img2poems |
beside them scorched smoke-blackened weary leaned
men that had fed them dropped their tired arms
and dozed | img2poems |
then to our hearts valour crept home again
alva who did convert from our old faith
with many a black deed done for a white cause | img2poems |
o such a sight
o such a sight mine eyes
never shall you see more | img2poems |
all grey the sea and ghostly grey the ships
and after in the offing rocked our fleet
having lain quiet in the summer dark | img2poems |
let spain within a pike's length hear them bleat
delivering of their pretty talk in a tongue
whose meaning cries not for interpreter | img2poems |
and while i spoke their topsails friend and foe
glittered and there was noise of guns pale smoke
lagged after curdling on the sun-fleck'd main | img2poems |
who ever saw weakling white butterflies
chasing of gallant swans and charging them
and spitting at them long red streaks of flame | img2poems |
'two of their caravels we sank and one
took
ere she could catch the wind when she rode free | img2poems |
some did tow
others that we had plagued disabled rent
many full heavily damaged made their berths | img2poems |
blood-red pillars of reek
they looked on that vast host and troubled it
as on th' egyptian host one looked of old | img2poems |
it failed and in regard of that same want
they thought it not convenient to pursue
their vessels farther | img2poems |
all being ready speed i home and lo
my rosamund that by the spaniard sat
upon a cushion'd settle book in hand | img2poems |
she held
her psalter and he his and slowly read
till he would stop her at the needed word | img2poems |
thy wife ' and there he stopped her and he took
and kissed her hand and show'd in 's own a ring
taking no heed of me no heed at all | img2poems |
and slowly slowly she betook herself
down the long hall in lowly wise she went
and made her moans | img2poems |
but when my girl was gone
i stood at fault th' occasion master'd me
belike it master'd him for both felt mute | img2poems |
for i bethought me i was yet an host
and he bethought him on the worthiness
of my first deeds | img2poems |
i will be brief
the days drag on
my soul forebodes her death my lonely age | img2poems |
the pear-trees looked on in their white and blue birds flash'd about
and they too were angry as oliver
were they eleven | img2poems |
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