From ‘Love And The Universe’ (Albert Durrant Watson Poems)
THE voiceless symphony of moor and highland, The rainbow on the mist,The white moon-shield above the slumber-island, The mirror-lake, star-kist,The ...
THE voiceless symphony of moor and highland, The rainbow on the mist,The white moon-shield above the slumber-island, The mirror-lake, star-kist,The ...
Forth Spring! The vernal breaths of sunny landsO'er earth diffuse. The bursting bud expands,And welcome leaves, lured by the sunlight ...
The water-wheel goes 'round and 'round With heavy sighs of mournful sound, While dismal cries and weary moans Unite with ...
Safe in their alabaster chambers,Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,Rafter of satin, and ...
I want no horns to rouse me up to-night, And trumpets make too clamorous a ring To fit my mood, ...
WHEN furrowed fields of shaded brown, And emerald meadows spread between,And belfries towering from the town, All blent in wavering ...
Ethiopia! They used to say,Fluting at dawn through pure, clear rills of sound,The magpies of that earlier day,Ethiopia! Ethiopia! From ...
How like the map that marks my varied wayThrough life, these pages seem!A specked piece -- a mix'd displayOf sadness, ...
THOU, Sibyl rapt! whose sympathetic soul Infused the myst'ries thy tongue failed to tell; Though from thy lips the marvellous ...
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
The wind is singing through the trees to-night, A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences And crashing intervals. No summer breeze ...
'T is you that are the music, not your song. The song is but a door which, opening wide, Lets ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
This is for Elsa, also known as Liz, an ample-bosomed gospel singer: five discrete malignancies in one full breast. This ...
Over and over, like a Tune -- The Recollection plays -- Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise -- ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
EXPERIENCE, like a pale musician, holds A dulcimer of patience in his hand, Whence harmonies, we cannot understand, Of God; ...
Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
HONEY, child, honey, child, whither are you going? Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes blowing? Would you ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
The people take the thing of course, They marvel not to see This strange, unnatural divorce Betwixt delight and me. ...
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