Bee-Master (Victoria Sackville-West Poems)
I have known honey from the Syrian hillsStored in cool jars; the wild acacia thereOn the rough terrace where the ...
I have known honey from the Syrian hillsStored in cool jars; the wild acacia thereOn the rough terrace where the ...
In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branchesare like green bronze; its roots ...
Oriole—athlete of the air—Of fire and song a glowing core,From tropic wildernesses fair,Spring's favorite lampadephore,A hot flambeau on either wingRimples ...
O linger late, poor yellow whispering leaves! As yet the evesAre golden and the simple moon looks through The clouds and you.O ...
The red sun stared unwinking at the EastThen slept under a cloak of hodden gray;The rimy fields held the last ...
O swift forerunners, rosy with the race!Spirits of dawn, divinely manifestBehind your blushing banners in the sky,Daring invaders of Night's ...
With splendour of a silver day,A frosted night had opened May:And on that plumed and armoured night,As one close temple ...
Sighing above,Rustling below,Thorough the woodsThe winds go.Beneath, dead crowds;Above, life bare;And the besom tempestSweeps the air:Heart, leave thy woe:Let the ...
Mount Kearsarge shines with ice; from hemlock branches snow slides onto snow; no stream, creek, or river budges but remains ...
In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its ...
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