The clouds obscure the island and the church
And the cold sea is streaked with grey like mud;
Dark cypresses (but not a single birch
As in Berlin) edge the Venetian flood.
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I look from the daffodils to where a shelf of books
Gathers the imagination in the shadowed past,
The calf-bound brain-cells blooming in the dark
All seasons, as the light of a mind illuminates them.
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O blessedness of the ice-ray
And the ray from the sunlit deep
For the sun lies deep in the ocean
Tonight
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Rose-pot in the window water roses
White daughter of dew-dawn sleep-not
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I'm falling slowly in the night
The rain has fallen and the wind has dropped
The lime-trees in the street are silent now
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The air is very cold and still,
The factory-roofs remotely gleam;
The frost has etched the window-sill
With leaves and twigs as in a dream.
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The white body of my Beloved
Is a stone on which is inscribed
All dithyrhambs psalms and epics
Shaped of the winged and holy words
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I shall not be here much longer.
Is it a sort of death
Makes me indifferent to things long familiar,
To wishes and needs that used to be so much stronger,
As I draw my last breath
And the month bleeds away as though dying of haemophilia?
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Naiad of the weeping spring
Maid beside the ghostly well
Nymph beneath the blossoming tree
Child of Heaven Queen of Hell
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The hares spring over the sea
The sprats leap over the mountain
The peach grows on the apple-tree
Wine runs out of the fountain.
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