The Lovers Clock
That none beguiled be by Time's quick flowing,
Lovers have in their hearts a clock still going;
For, though Time be nimble, his
Are
That none beguiled be by Time's quick flowing,
Lovers have in their hearts a clock still going;
For, though Time be nimble, his
Are
The two men in the road were taken aback
The lovers came out shading their eyes from the sun,
And never was white so white, or black so black,
As her cheeks and hair
So they bought
And kept you in
Very good
Central
I would ask for still more, if I had the sky with all its stars,and the world with its endless riches; but I would be content withthe smallest corner of this earth if only she were mine
I travelled the old road every day,
I took my fruits to the market,my cattle to the meadows,
I ferried my boat across the stream andall the ways were well known to me
One morning my basket was heavy with wares
The way that lovers use is this;
They bow, catch hands, with never a word,
And their lips meet, and they do kiss, — So I have heard
They queerly find some healing so,
We meet and part now over all the world;we, the lost company,take hands together in the night, forgetthe night in our brief happiness, silently
We, who sought many things, throw all awayfor this one thing, one only,remembering that in the nar...
There is room for you
You are alone with your few sheaves of rice
My boat is crowded, it is heavily laden, but how can I turn youaway
Your young body is slim and swaying; there is a twinklingsmile in the edge of your eyes, and your ...
Are you a mere picture, and not as true as those stars, true asthis dust
They throb with the pulse of things, but you areimmensely aloof in your stillness, painted form
The day was when you walked with me, your breath warm, yourlimbs sin...
Cold and final, the
Shuts down its fabled summer house;
Blue views are boarded up; our sweet
Dwindles in the hour-glass
I thought, because we had been friends so long,
That I knew all your dear lips dared intend Before they dawned to speech
Our thoughts would blend,
I dreamed, like memories that faintly throng
Where are you, my beloved
Are you in that little Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you As infants look upon the breast of their mothers
Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of Virtue has been placed in your honor, and u...