Dead Love
Dead love, by treason slain, lies stark,
White as a dead stark-stricken dove:
None that pass by him pause to mark Dead love
His heart, that strained and yearned and
Dead love, by treason slain, lies stark,
White as a dead stark-stricken dove:
None that pass by him pause to mark Dead love
His heart, that strained and yearned and
Alas my brother
the cry of the mourners of old That cried on each other,
All crying aloud on the dead as the death-note rolled, Alas my brother
As flashes of dawn that mists from an east wind smother With fold upon fold,
Birth and death, twin-sister and twin-brother,
Night and day, on all things that draw breath,
Reign, while time keeps friends with one another Birth and death
Each brow-bound with flowers diverse of wreath,
TR
1 I laid my laurel-leaf At the white feet of grief, Seeing how with covered face and plumeless wings, With unreverted head Veiled, as who mourns his dead, Lay Freedom couched between the thrones of kings, A wearied lion without lair,
...
Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel Hard eyes that grow soft for an hour;
The heavy white limbs, and the cruel Red mouth like a venomous flower;
When these are gone by with their glories, What shall rest of thee then, what remain,
O...
I
Dead and gone, the days we had together,
Shadow-stricken all the lights that
Round them, flown as flies the blown foam's feather, Dead and gone
'Farewell and adieu' was the burden
Long since in the chant of a home-faring crew;
And the heart in us echoes, with laughing or wailing, Farewell and adieu
Each year that we live shall we sing it anew,
Orpheus, the night is full of tears and cries, And hardly for the storm and ruin shed Can even thine eyes be certain of her
Who never passed out of thy spirit's eyes,
But stood and shone before them in such wise As when with love her lip...
The burden of fair women
Vain delight, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And sorrowful old age that comes by night As a thief comes that has no heart by day, And change that finds fair cheeks and leaves them grey, And weariness ...
Three months bade wane and wax the wintering
Between two dates of death, while men were
Yet of the living light that all too soon Three months bade wane
Cold autumn, wan with wrath of wind and rain,
I — In
Thou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men,
While thy stars made mirth,
Saviour, at thy birth, This day born again;
Love lies bleeding in the bed
Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading:
Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her: Love lies bleeding
Stately shine his purple plumes,