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Há 4 dias · Ah, that there should have come a change! O the doom by someone spoken -. Who shall unseal the years, the years! O the doom that gave no token, When nothing of bale saw we: O the doom by someone spoken, O the heart by someone broken, The heart whose sweet reverberances are all time leaves to me. Jan.-Feb. 1913.
Há 5 dias · Before Life And After. A time there was - as one may guess. And as, indeed, earth 's testimonies tell -. Before the birth of consciousness, When all went well. None suffered sickness, love, or loss, None knew regret, starved hope, or heart -burnings; None cared whatever crash or cross.
Há 5 dias · And at whiles behind me, far at sea, a sullen thunder muttered. As I mounted high and higher. Till, the upper roadway quitting, I adventured on the open drouthy downland thinly grassed, While the spry white scuts of conies flashed before me, earthward flitting, And an arid wind went past.
Há 3 dias · Epitaph. And hence I owed it some fidelity. Nor sought in me much more than thou couldst find." I never cared for Life: Life cared for me, And hence I owed it some fidelity. It now says, 'Cease; at length thou hast learnt to grind Sufficient toll for.
Há 3 dias · The ray-lit clouds gleamed glory; and I thought, "There's solace everywhere!" Then bitter self-reproaches as I stood. I dealt me silently. As one perverse--misrepresenting Good. In graceless mutiny. Against the horizon 's dim-descernèd wheel. A form rose, strange of mould: That he was hideous, hopeless, I could feel.
Há 5 dias · I saw a dead man's finer part. Shining within each faithful heart. Of those bereft. Then said I: "This must be. His immortality." II. I looked there as the seasons wore, And still his soul continuously upbore. Its life in theirs.
Há 4 dias · On the pensive pine when the air is loud. With its aerial hymn; But never do they make me proud. To catch them within my rim! "I flash back phantoms of the night. That sometimes flit by me, I echo roses red and white -. The loveliest blooms that be -. But now I never hold to sight.
