Not Now When Skies Are Gold And Blue
And you have me and I have you,
When there are roses all the way,
And April days and nights of May,
And life is joy the whole day long-- Not now can passion flower in song
And you have me and I have you,
When there are roses all the way,
And April days and nights of May,
And life is joy the whole day long-- Not now can passion flower in song
When rising from the bed of death,
O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear
I When tulips bloom in Union Square,
And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town,
Like children lost in Vanity Fair;
When every long, unlovely row Of westward houses stands aglow,
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When my love did what I would not, what I would not,
I could hear his merry voice upon the wind,
Crying, "e;
Fairest, shut your eyes, for see you should not
When I have baked white cakes And grated green almonds to spread on them;
When I have picked the green crowns from the strawberries And piled them, cone-pointed, in a blue and yellow platter;
When I have smoothed the seam of the linen I ...
When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curvèd point,—what bitter wrong Can the earth do to us, that we should not long Be here co...
'Twas not so many years ago,
Say, twenty-two or three,
When zero weather or below Held many a thrill for me
Then in my icy room I slept A youngster's sweet repose,
Come not, when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save
When, dearest I but think of thee,
Methinks all things that lovely be Are present, and my soul delighted:
For beauties that from worth
Are like the grace of deities, Still present with us, tho’ unsighted
When I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive; Extend not your anger to sleep;
For in visions alone your affection can live,-- I rise, and it leaves me to weep
Then,
Morpheus
When I loveI feel that I am the king of timeI possess the earth and everything on itand ride into the sun upon my horse
When I loveI become liquid lightinvisible to the eyeand the poems in my notebooksbecome fields of mimosa and poppy
Wh...