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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 · 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 2 dias · The fiddler knows what's brewing. To the lilt of his lyric wiles: The fiddler knows what rueing. Will come of this night 's smiles! He sees couples join them for dancing, And afterwards joining for life, He sees them pay high for their prancing. By a welter of wedded strife. He twangs: " Music hails from the devil,
Há 4 dias · The Lament Of The Looking-glass. Words from the mirror softly pass. To the curtains with a sigh: "Why should I trouble again to glass. These smileless things hard by, Since she I pleasured once, alas, Is now no longer nigh!" "I've imaged shadows of coursing cloud, And of the plying limb.
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 · 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 3 dias · The doing without me has had no play. In the minds of men when shadows scare; And now that I dwindle day by day. Beneath the deicide eyes of seers. In a light that will not let me stay, And to-morrow the whole of me disappears, The truth should be told, and the fact be faced. That had best been faced in earlier years:
