The Sea By The Wood
I
LL in the sea that is wild and deep, But afar in a shadow still,
I can see the trees that gather and sleep In the wood upon the hill
The deeps are green as an emerald's face, The caves are crystal calm,
I
LL in the sea that is wild and deep, But afar in a shadow still,
I can see the trees that gather and sleep In the wood upon the hill
The deeps are green as an emerald's face, The caves are crystal calm,
Some men are born to gather women's tears,
To give a harbour to their timorous fears,
To take them as the dry earth takes the rain,
As the dark wood the warm wind from the plain;
Dear Morris--here is your letter--Can my answer reach you now
Fate has left me your debtor,
You will remember how;
For I went away to Nantucket,
Gather the leaves from the forest And blow them over the world,
The wind of winter follows The wind of autumn furled
Only the beech tree cherishes A leaf or two for ruth,
Their stems too tough for the tempest, Like thoughts of love ...
Here in Samarcand they offer emeralds,
Pure as frozen drops of sea-water,
Rubies, pale as dew-ponds stained with slaughter,
Where the fairies fought for a king's
(The refrain is quoted by Edward Fitzgerald inone of his
Growing, growing, all the glory going;
Flashing out of fire and light, burning to a husk,
All the world's a-dying and failing in the dusk--
To ports of balm through isles of
The gentle airs are leading us;
To curtained calm and tents of dusk,
The wood-wild things unheeding
The winds that on the uplands softly lie,
Grow keener where the ice is lingering
Where the first robin on the sheltered
Pipes blithely to the tune, "When Spring goes by
I
HT of death beside the lonely
That went beyond the limit of my sight,
Seeming the image of his mastery,
Tossed like a falcon from the hunter's wrist,
A sweeping plunge, a sudden shattering noise,
And thou hast dared, with a long spiral twist,
The elastic stairway to the rising sun
HE slender moon and one pale star, A rose leaf and a silver
From some god's garden blown afar, Go down the gold deep tranquilly
Within the south there rolls and grows A mighty town with tower and spire,
From a cloud bastion masked w...
I
LL in the wood that is dark and kind But afar off tolls the main,
Afar, far off I hear the wind, And the roving of the rain
The shade is dark as a palmer's hood, The air with balm is bland: