ED of station, noise alone, The crow's voice trembles down the sky As if this nitrous flange of stone Wept suddenly with such a cry; As if the rock found lips to sigh, The riven earth a mouth to moan; But we that hear them, stumbling by, Confuse t...
HE smell of birds' nests faintly burning Is autumn
In the autumn I came Where spring had used me better, To the clear red pebbles and the men of stone And foundered beetles, to the broken Meleager And thousands of white circles drifting past,...
NG on flags of ebony and pearl, My paladins are waiting
Loops of smoke Stoop slowly from the coffee-cups, and curl In thin fantastic patterns down the room By cabinets of chinaware, to whirl With milky-blue tobacco-steam, and fume Together pa...
Country towns, with your willows and squares,
And farmers bouncing on barrel
To public houses of yellow
With "1860" over their doors,
Time that is moved by little fidget
Is not my time, the flood that does not flow
Between the double and the single
Of a ship's hour, between a round of
IN Dobbin, having retired from the South Seas In the dumb tides of , with a handful of shells, A few poisoned arrows, a cask of pearls, And five thousand pounds in the colonial funds, Now sails the street in a brick villa, "Laburnum Villa&quo...
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RE were strange riders once, came gusting down Cloaked in dark furs, with faces grave and sweet, And white as air
NG friends is not a pomp, Not, indeed,
Roman: Lacking the monument, Heroic stone; Nor is it an obscuring parasol, The pad of customary gloves and cries And a black leather mourning-carriage Hung between death and the beholder's eyes
This...
KE upon smoke; over the stone lips Of chimneys bleeding, a darker fume descends
Night, the old nun, in voiceless pity bends To kiss corruption, so fabulous her pity
All drowns in night
Even the lazar drowns In earth at last, and ris...
HE old Quarry,
Sun, with bleeding scales, Flaps up the gullies, wets their crystal pebbles, Floating with waters of gold; darkness exhales Brutishly in the valley; smoke rises in bubbles; Suddenly we stop at the meeting of two trails
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UY, who'll buy," the pedlar sings, "Bones of beggars, loins of kings, Ribs of murder, haunch of hate, And Beauty's head on a butcher's plate
" Hook by hook, on steaming stalls, The hero hangs, the harlot sprawls; For Helen's fl...
HE cock's far cry From lonely yards Burdens the night With boastful birds That mop their wings To make response— A mess of songs And broken sense
So, when I slept, I heard your call (If lips long dead Could answer still) And snapped-off thoug...