Mathilde Blind Poems

O moon, large golden summer moon,
Hanging between the linden trees,
Which in the intermittent breeze
Beat with the rhythmic pulse of June!
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THE young birds shy twitter
In hedges and bowers,
Fields brighten and glitter
With dewdrops and flowers.
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TWO travellers, worn with sun and rain
And gropings o'er dim paths unknown,
Meet where long separate ways have grown
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Why will you haunt me unawares,
And walk into my sleep,
Pacing its shadowy thoroughfares,
Where long-dried perfume scents the airs,
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THE willows whisper very, very low
Unto the listening breeze;
Sometimes they lose a leaf which, flickering slow,
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Winding all my life about thee,
Let me lay my lips on thine;
What is all the world without thee,
Mine --oh mine!
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In a Kentish Rose Garden.


Beside a Dial in the leafy close,
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Thou art the goal for which my spirit longs;
As dove on dove,
Bound for one home, I send thee all my songs
With all my love.
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SHE sat by the wayside and wept, where roses, red roses and white,
Lay wasted and withered and sere, like her life and its ruined delight;
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The dead abide with us! Though stark and cold
Earth seems to grip them, they are with us still:
They have forged our chains of being for good or ill;
And their invisible hands these hands yet hold.
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