Madonna Pia (Helen Gray Cone Poems)
To westward lies the unseen sea, Blue sea the live winds wander o'er.The many-colored sails can flee, And leave the dead, low-lying ...
To westward lies the unseen sea, Blue sea the live winds wander o'er.The many-colored sails can flee, And leave the dead, low-lying ...
"Now since mine even is come at last,—For I have been the sport of steel,And hot life ebbeth from me ...
Mine enemy builded well, with the soft blue hills in sight;But betwixt his house and the hills I builded a house ...
"Not ye who have stoned, not ye who have smitten us," cryThe sad, great souls, as they go out hence ...
The blackberry's bloom, when last we went this way,Veiled all her bowsome rods with trembling white;The robin's sunset breast gave ...
That sunless day no living shadow sweptAcross the hills, fleet shadow chasing light,Twin of the sailing cloud: but, mists wool ...
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