Great Kings were dust and all their deeds forgot
Did my harp's taut and burnished strings stand mute;... more »
The long night through and still at dawn doth keep
Estranged from eyes that very weariness... more »
Guardian Of The Treasure Of Solomon
And Keeper Of the Prophet's Armour... more »
The clustered Gods, the marching lads,
The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed Three,
...... more »
Lo, how they weave - the imperturbable three -
Those threads that are my destiny:... more »
'There's be no roof to shelter you;
You'll have no where to lay your head.
And who will get your food for you?... more »
I have no heart for noon-tide and the sun,
But I will take me where more tender night
Shakes, fold on fold, her dewy darkness down.... more »
Was it love breathed on us as on the skies
Dawn breathes for a short space and then is fled;... more »
Musicians O Musicians: Heartsease
Heartsease: an you will have me live play heartsease.... more »
O mia Luna! Porta mi fortuna!
(You must say it nine times, curtseying, and then wish.)
In rose-pale, fading blue of twilight sky,... more »
Grey gaolers are my griefs
That will not let me free;
The bitterness of tears
Is warder unto me.... more »
Heard ye the maidens
Went through the meadows,
Early, O, early,
While yet the dew was... more »
Lo, All the Way,
Look you, I said, the clouds will break, the sky
Grow clear, the road
Be easier for my travelling the field,... more »
Have yet forgot, sweet birds,
How near the heaven's lie?
Drooping, sick-pinion'd, oh
Have yet forgot the sky?... more »
I have minded me
Of the noon-day brightness,
And the cricket's drowsy
Singing in the sunshine. .... more »
Nor stars . . the dark . . and in
The dark the grey
Ghost glimmer of the olive trees
The black straight rows... more »
Force and bluster? Mighty threatenings?
Scorn I lightly, - Not for these.
Tell me when shall great Orion
Catch the flying Pleuades?... more »
The immemorial grief of all years
Burdes my heart sorely, and the years
Of slow eternal crying stain my cheeks.... more »
And the centurion who stood by said:
Truly this was a son of God.
Not long ago but everywhere I go
There is a hill and a black windy sky.... more »
Hear thou my lamentation,
Eros, Aphrodite's son!
My heart is broken and my days are done.... more »
Too far afield thy search. Nay, turn. Nay, turn.
At thine own elbow potent Memory stands,... more »
Were tissue of silver
I'll wear, O fate, thy grey,
And go mistily radiant, clad
Like the moon.
Old winds that blew
When chaos was, what do
They tell the clattered trees that I
Out of the strange
Still dusk . . . as strange, as still . . .
A white moth flew . . . Why am I grown
In the cold I will rise, I will bathe
In waters of ice; myself
Will shiver, and shrive myself,
Alone in the dawn, and anoint
Forehead and feet and hands;
I will shutter the windows from light,
I will place in their sockets the four
Tall candles and set them aflame
In the grey of the dawn; and myself