By Reason Of Thy Law
Here I make oath--Although the heart that knows its
Hear loath,
And credit less--That he who kens to meet Pain's kisses
Which hiss against his tears,
Here I make oath--Although the heart that knows its
Hear loath,
And credit less--That he who kens to meet Pain's kisses
Which hiss against his tears,
The wailful sweetness of the violin Floats down the hush-ed waters of the wind,
The heart-strings of the throbbing harp begin To long in aching music
Spirit-pined,
In wafts that poignant sweetness drifts, until The wounded soul ooze...
Mortals, that behold a Woman, Rising 'twixt the Moon and Sun;
Who am I the heavens assume
an All am I, and I am one
Multitudinous ascend I, Dreadful as a battle arrayed,
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter
Up vistaed hopes I s...
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown Six foot out of the turf,
And the harebell shakes on the windy hill— O breath of the distant surf
— The hills look over on the South, And southward dreams the sea;
And with the sea-breeze hand ...
I Secret was the garden; Set i' the pathless awe Where no star its breath can draw
Life, that is its warden,
Sits behind the fosse of death
Mine eyes saw not, and I saw
I do not need the skies' Pomp, when I would be wise; For pleasaunce nor to use Heaven's champaign when I muse
One grass-blade in its veins Wisdom's whole flood contains; Thereon my foundering mind Odyssean fate can find
O little blade, n...
A Phantasy
God took a fit of Paradise-wind, A slip of coerule weather,
A thought as simple as Himself, And ravelled them together
Unto His eyes He held it there,
The after-even
Ah, did I walk, Indeed, in her or even
For nothing of me or around But absent She did leaven,
Felt in my body as its soul, And in my soul its heaven
The hunchèd camels of the
Trouble the bright And silver waters of the moon
The Maiden of the Morn will soon Through Heaven stray and sing,
Star gathering
Phoebus, who taught me art divine,
Here tried his hand where I did mine;
And his white fingers in this
Set my Fair's sigh-suggesting grace
'My brother
' spake she to the sun; The kindred kisses of the
Were hers; her feet were set upon The moon
If slumber solved the