Continual Conversation With A Silent Man
The old brown hen and the old blue sky,
Between the two we live and die—The broken cartwheel on the hill
As if, in the presence of the sea,
We dried our nets and mended
The old brown hen and the old blue sky,
Between the two we live and die—The broken cartwheel on the hill
As if, in the presence of the sea,
We dried our nets and mended
NG not, sweet empress of my heart, The merit of true passion,
With thinking that he feels no smart, That sues for no compassion
Silence in love bewrays more woe Than words, though ne'er so witty:
A beggar that is dumb, you know, May...
Silent, silent night,
Quench the holy
Of thy torches bright;
For possessed of
The silent words of world decaying And people long forgotten, Have heard the lonely Angel’s pray. I heard the words we couldn’t say And those ones we cannot utter still. Those humans’ prayers never said In silence to our God; and graces For the fo...
NS are liken'd best to floods and streams:
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;
So, when affection yields discourse, it seems The bottom is but shallow whence they come
They that are rich in words, in words discover That they ...
"Bring me my broken harp," he said; "We both are wrecks,— but as ye will,— Though all its ringing tones have fled, Their echoes linger round it still; It had some golden strings,
I know, But that was long— how long
— ago
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,—The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace
The pasture gleams and glooms'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass
All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
What's the best life for a man
—Never to have been born, sings the choros, and the next
Is to die young
I saw the Sybil at