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Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where The willows meet
There's music along the river For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,

All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all
Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colours, He made their tiny wings

You're like a scorpion, my brother,you live in cowardly darkness like a scorpion
You're like a sparrow, my brother,always in a sparrow's flutter
You're like a clam, my brother,closed like a clam, content,
And you're frightening, my ...

The Archer is wake
The Swan is flying
Gold against blue An Arrow is lying
There is hunting in heaven— Sleep safe till tomorrow

Seeds with wings, between earth and
Fluttering, flying;    Seeds of a lily with blood-red core    Breathing of myrrh and of giroflore:
Where winds drop them there must they lie,
Living or dying

So swift the hours are
Unto the time unproved:
Farewell my love unloving,
Farewell my love beloved

Littlerose,roselet,at times,tiny and naked,it seemsas though you would fitin one of my hands,as though I’ll clasp you like thisand carry you to my mouth,butsuddenlymy feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips:you have grown,your shoulders rise l...

Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong,
Which asks no duties and no conscience
The moon goes up by leaps, her cheerful path In some far summer stratum of the sky,
While stars with their cold shine bedot her way

How beautiful the Earth is
To thee–how full of Happiness;
How little fraught with real
Or shadowy phantoms of distress;

I
The cold earth slept below; Above the cold sky shone; And all around, With a chilling sound, From caves of ice and fields of snow The breath of night like death did flow Beneath the sinking moon
II
The wintry hedge was black; The ...

There was Earth in them, andthey dug
They dug and they dug, and so their Day went by, and their Night
And they did not praise God,who, so they heard, wanted all this,who, so they heard, knew of all this
They dug and they heard nothi...

Shall Earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now
Since passion may not fire thee Shall Nature cease to bow
Thy mind is ever moving In regions dark to thee;