The Meaning of Sorrows
Will you willingly drink the bitter cup,
From tarns of thorns and sorrows deep?
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The Sacred Night
Where breezes grace leaves, solemnly in the grove,
Through boughs and blooms, touched by the sun,
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Colonnades of white, erected by the sea,
Clad with many towering vines,
Cradle the arched temple splendidly,
Where one breathes in the wind of wines.
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The autumn reeds, sallow and dry,
Blown back by zephyrs, soft and blue,
Scent the brownish leaves, moist with dew,
Gracing your hair, as they sail on by.
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Take my hand, where the white petals play,
In the caress of the soft, winter breeze,
Which winnows through the snow clad trees,
Beneath the sky of a gilded gray.
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REMEMBRANCE
When branches and boughs of sycamores sway
In the nascent moonlight, languorous with song,
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Lord, I was ill; my life was grey.
And you came to me.
And I heard you say:
"Who doth seek me when I am near?
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IF YOU GIVE YOUR HEART AWAY
If you give your heart away
Then consecrate with certainty.
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OPHELIA
In the still of her bedroom
Candles on her mantles glow.
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THE VAGABOND
Wandering through the countryside,
All things to my eyes became sanctified.
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