The Spiritual Canticle (St John of the Cross Poems)
ITHE BRIDEWhere have You hidden Yourself,And abandoned me in my groaning, O my Beloved?You have fled like the hart,Having wounded ...
ITHE BRIDEWhere have You hidden Yourself,And abandoned me in my groaning, O my Beloved?You have fled like the hart,Having wounded ...
I have known honey from the Syrian hillsStored in cool jars; the wild acacia thereOn the rough terrace where the ...
SHE left the festival, for it seem'd dimNow that her eye no longer dwelt on him,And sought her chamber,--gazed, (then ...
WHO remains in London,In the streets with me,Now that Spring is blowingWarm winds from the sea;Now that trees grow green ...
I would have taken Golden Stars from the sky for your necklace,I would have shaken rose-leaves for your rest from ...
Thedark cloud raged.Gone was the morning light.The big drops darted down:The storm stood tall on the rose-trees:and the bees that ...
The rough north winds have left their icy cavesTo growl and grope for preyUpon the murky sea;The lonely sea-gull skims ...
India--whose enameled page unrolled Like autumn's gilded pageant, 'neath a sun That withers not for ancient ...
There sat upon the linden-treeA bird, and sang its strain;So sweet it sang, that, as I heard,My heart went back ...
In summer's mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
WHEN cold December Froze to grisamber The jangling bells on the sweet rose-trees-- Then fading slow And furred is the ...
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