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'tis the whole world whereon they lie
the rocky pastures hung on high
shelve off upon an empty sky | img2poems |
sigismund hath ricked the hay
he sitteth at close o' a sultry day
under his mulberry boughs at ease | img2poems |
faint as the light of stars and wan
as snow at night when the moon is gone
it is the white-witch risen once more | img2poems |
the white-witch that tempted of yore
so utterly doth substance lack
you may breathe her nearer and breathe her back | img2poems |
soft her eyes her speech full clear
'hail thou sigismund my fere
bargain with me yea or nay | img2poems |
yea the good be all thine own
for now will i advance thy day
and yet will leave the night alone | img2poems |
though the highest heaped on me
trouble yet the same should be
welcomer than weal from thee | img2poems |
sigismund show us the boy is he safe and his mother
sigismund
' dreaming he falls into laughter and wakes | img2poems |
from roofs and oriels high women looked down
men maidens children and a fierce white sun
smote blinding splinters from all spears aslant | img2poems |
he raves
fool
thou'lt hear more of this anon | img2poems |
but none did question me
a beldame old
kind heedless of my sayings tended me | img2poems |
father and mother mother and father kind
so young so innocent had ye no ruth
no fear that ye did bring her to her doom | img2poems |
parted in hiding some other in thrall
father and mother mother and father kind
it may be yet ye know not this not all | img2poems |
but after pause i felt a hand let down
that rested kindly firmly a man's hand
upon my shoulder there was cheer in it | img2poems |
then took a key opened and crying 'delia
delia my sweetheart i am come i am come
i darted forward and he locked us in | img2poems |
but for that other while she stood appeased
for cruel parting past locked in mine arms
i had been glad expecting a good end | img2poems |
there was a day when to the wilderness
my great forerunner from his thrall sent forth
sad messengers demanding art thou he | img2poems |
how could i hold the power and want the will
or want the love
that pang was his and mine | img2poems |
one drew i to the opening on it set
my delia kneeled upon its arm laid mine
and prayed to god and prayed of her | img2poems |
truly unless my soul i would have bound
with false oaths difficult innumerous strong
way was not left me to get free | img2poems |
but now
said she i am happy i have seen the place
where i am going | img2poems |
pray you make haste
i know not haste he said
i was not fashioned to be thrall of time | img2poems |
the weird pathetic scarlet of day dawning
more kin to death of night than birth of morn
peered o'er yon hill bristling with spires of pine | img2poems |
i knew this man for him who spoke with me
letting me see my delia
i looked up | img2poems |
am i a fiend
no he was good to me
almost he placed his life in my hand | img2poems |
she is no mother of mine she slew my love
what answer
'peace peace thou art hard on me | img2poems |
but god is greater than the church
i hope
he shall not for that he loved men lose god | img2poems |
i have no vision but where vision fails
faith cheers and truly truly there is need
the god of this world being so unkind | img2poems |
i cannot fathom them
there is not time
so quickly men condemned me to this cell | img2poems |
and now he knows i would believe e'en so
as pleaseth him an there was time to learn
or certitude of heart but time fails time | img2poems |
he knoweth also 't were a piteous thing
not to be sure of my love's welfare not
to see her happy and good in that new home | img2poems |
white ashes and a waft of vapour i
to flutter on before the winds
no no | img2poems |
and yet for ever ay my flesh shall hiss
and i shall hear 't
dreadful unbearable | img2poems |
i have waked long
and cannot hold my thoughts upon th' event
they slip they wander forth | img2poems |
you tremble alas and alas you heard bad news from the town
'only one short half hour to tell it
my poor courage fails | img2poems |
and the time is come ronald knows nothing your father will go
as the shadow fades from its place will he and be seen no more
'there 'll be time to think to-morrow and after but to-day no | img2poems |
now scarlet o look
overcoming the blue both lake and sky
while the waterfalls waver like smoke then leap in and are not | img2poems |
ah
here is your ring see i draw it off it must not be mine
put it on love if but for the moment and listen to me | img2poems |
you might give your name to my father's child
' 'my father's name
ay | img2poems |
i clomb full high the belfry tower
up to yon arrow-slit up and away
i said 'let me look on my heart's fair flower | img2poems |
my care she knoweth not no nor the cause
white rose red rose about her hung
and i aloft with the doves and the daws | img2poems |
the pity of it
love's a rover
the last word said and all over | img2poems |
quoth the brown bee
'in thy white wear
four thou art fair | img2poems |
but as for me
i ' quoth the bee
'never am fair | img2poems |
the little ones care not
and i fare not
amiss with thee | img2poems |
ay thou full fain
in the soft rain
shalt sing again | img2poems |
a fair wife making her moan despised forsaken
her good days o'er
seven no more | img2poems |
to these
add thick espaliers where the bullfinch came
to strew much budding wealth and was not chid | img2poems |
an all-sufficient world
and as it seems an undiscovered world
so very few the folk that come to look | img2poems |
and so the world was sweet and it was strange
sweet as a bee-kiss to the crocus flower
surprising fresh direct but ever one | img2poems |
whate'er she wanted wanted all
o how
't was poignant her rich voice not like a bird's | img2poems |
could she not dwell content and let them be
that they might take their pleasure in the town
for no she was not poor witness the pence | img2poems |
but now
they closed the shops the wild clear voice was still
the beggars moved away where was their home | img2poems |
white as white butterflies that each one dons
her face their wide white wings to shade withal
many moon-daisies throng the water-spring | img2poems |
while couched in rising barley titlarks call
and bees alit upon their martagons
do hang a-murmuring a-murmuring | img2poems |
may be their plaint when we shall meet again
and make our peace with them the sea of life
find flowing full nor ought or lost or vain | img2poems |
shall the vague hint whereof all thought is rife
the sweet pathetic guess indeed come true
and things restored reach that great residue | img2poems |
to stay my pleading 'take me to church and give me my ring
'you should have spoken before ' he had sighed when i prayed him so
for his heart was sick for himself and me and this bitter thing | img2poems |
but spare me the ending
i did not wait to be quite cast away
i left him asleep and the bare sun rising shone red on my gown | img2poems |
look back they must and show thee thy fair past
or choosing thy to-day they may but chant
as they behold | img2poems |
it may be god's first work is but to breathe
and fill the abysm with drifts of shining air
that slowly slowly curdle into worlds | img2poems |
go up go mark the whiteness of the snow thy
faith is not thy saviour not thy god
though faith waste fruitless down a desert old | img2poems |
then straightway flashes up athwart the words
and if i be a son i am very far
from my great father's house i am not clean | img2poems |
ay he shall come in truth to visit thee
and thou shalt mourn to him unclean unclean
but never more i will to have it so | img2poems |
from henceforth thou shalt learn that there is love
to long for pureness to desire a mount
of consecration it were good to scale | img2poems |
this that i bear what is it
me no less
it binds i cannot disenslave my soul | img2poems |
for even thus it is with them: the day
waxeth to wane anon and a long night
leaves the dark heart unsatisfied with stars | img2poems |
my want is god's desire to give he yearns
to add himself to life and so for aye
make it enough | img2poems |
hard lines it gives them cold and dirt abhorred
hunger and nakedness in lieu of love
and blows instead of care | img2poems |
with that his hand
he laid upon a latch and lifted it
looked in full quietly and entered straight | img2poems |
now in that town there was an ancient church
a minster of old days which these had turned
to parish uses: there the curate served | img2poems |
and when the verger gave he moved with him
toward the door distraught then shut him out
and locked himself within the church alone | img2poems |
my heart is darkened and unclean
ah me
to be a man and yet to tremble so | img2poems |
till the strong angels pitiless and stern
but to them loving ever sweep them in
by armsful to the unapproachable fold | img2poems |
i would fain
said he have heard some more
and wilt thou go | img2poems |
and straight the little child put forth his hand
and touched him
master master hush | img2poems |
the curate murmured when he came again
to himself and looked about him
this is strange | img2poems |
there lieth at my feet frail white and dead
the sometime beggar
he is happy now | img2poems |
there must be something wrong
look to it: let us mend our ways
farewell | img2poems |
a thought from his heart doth reach to hers
come down o lady
to me | img2poems |
behold him
with the flock he wons
along yon grassy lea | img2poems |
oh
well is me she saith when day
draws on to eventide | img2poems |
my shepherd lord
i see him not
but he will come again | img2poems |
while he slumbered who can answer for what dreams they may have brought
him
when at midnight all was still | img2poems |
father
mother
must you leave him on his bed but not to slumber | img2poems |
surely no
i will be silent in your soul is no reflection
of the care that burdens mine | img2poems |
is it so my little henry
are we set so far asunder
who were wont to be so near | img2poems |
be thou near each chastened spirit for its course and conflict nerving
let thy voice say father mother lo
thy treasures live above | img2poems |
then by one man's intercession standing clear from their transgression
father mother you shall meet them fairer than they were before
ay for ever evermore | img2poems |
let her rapt dreamy smile
the wondering heart beguile
that almost thinks to hear a calm contented sigh | img2poems |
what trance-like peace is shed
on her reclining head
and e'en on listless feet what languor of repose | img2poems |
hearing of that blest shore
she thinks on earth no more
contented to forego this wintry land | img2poems |
she has nor thought nor care
but to rest calmly there
and hold the snowdrops pale that blossom in her hand | img2poems |
the young lips seem to say
i have wept much to-day
and felt some bitter pains but they are over now | img2poems |
what is the world
it is a waiting place
where men put on their robes for that above | img2poems |
what is the new world
'tis a father's face
beholden of his sons the face of love | img2poems |
o night of nights
o night
desired of man so long | img2poems |
the waits of heaven to hear
oh
what it must have been | img2poems |
then wilt thou wipe away our tears
and comfort in th' all-hallow'd spheres
them that weep now | img2poems |
calm lie the desert pools in a fair wilderness
wind-shaken moves the reed so moves his voice the soul
sick folk surprised of joy wax when they hear it whole | img2poems |
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