I Have A Rendezvous With Death
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple blossoms fill the air.
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple blossoms fill the air.
A hilltop sought by every soothing breeze That loves the melody of murmuring boughs,
Cool shades, green acreage, and antique house Fronting the ocean and the dawn; than these Old monks built never for the spirit's ease Cloisters more calm — n...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces,
The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, leaving far behind bright streets and busy places,
Stood where the Seine flowed down between its quiet quais
The city's voice w...
Exiled afar from youth and happy love,
If Death should ravish my fond spirit hence I have no doubt but, like a homing dove,
It would return to its dear residence,
And through a thousand stars find out the road Back into earthly fles...
I have gone sometimes by the gates of Death And stood beside the cavern through whose doors Enter the voyagers into the unseen
From that dread threshold only, gazing back,
Have eyes in swift illumination seen Life utterly revealed, and g...
Seeing you have not come with me, nor spent This day's suggestive beauty as we ought,
I have gone forth alone and been content To make you mistress only of my thought
And I have blessed the fate that was so kind In my life's agitations t...
Broceliande
in the perilous beauty of silence and menacing shade,
Thou art set on the shores of the sea down the haze of horizons untravelled, unscanned
Untroubled, untouched with the woes of this world are the moon-marshalled hosts...
Oft when sweet music undulated round,
Like the full moon out of a perfumed sea Thine image from the waves of blissful sound Rose and thy sudden light illumined me
And in the country, leaf and flower and air Would alter and the eternal sh...
You have the grit and the guts,
I know;
You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, combative, stubborn, hard,
But your honor ends with your own back-yard;
In the glad revels, in the happy fetes,
When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled With the sweet wine of France that concentrates The sunshine and the beauty of the world,
Drink sometimes, you whose footsteps yet may tread Th...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules,
I too have been a suitor
Radiant eyes Were my life's warmth and sunshine, outspread arms My gilded deep horizons
I rejoiced In yielding to al...
(To have been read before the statue of Lafayette and Washington
Paris, on Decoration Day,
May 30, 1916
) Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When—with sweet flowers of our New England May Hiding th...