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His Phoenix

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THERE is a queen in China, or maybe it’s in Spain,And birthdays and holidays such praises can be heardOf her unblemished lineaments, a whiteness with nostain,That she might be that…

The Ragged Wood

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O HURRY where by water among the treesThe delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,When they have but looked upon their images —Would none had ever loved but you and I!Or…

The Shadowy Waters

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A Dramatic Poem The deck of an ancient ship. At the right of the stage is the mast,with a large square sail hiding a great deal of the sky and…

The Sad Shepherd

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THERE was a man whom Sorrow named his Friend,And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming,Went walking with slow steps along the gleamingAnd humming Sands, where windy surges wend:And he…

Form the Green Helmet And Other Poems

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HIS DREAMI SWAYED upon the gaudy stemThe butt-end of a steering-oar,And saw wherever I could turnA crowd upon a shore.And though I would have hushed the crowd,There was no mother’s…

Coole Park And Ballylee, 1931

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I MEDITATE upon a swallow’s flight,Upon a aged woman and her house,A sycamore and lime-tree lost in nightAlthough that western cloud is luminous,Great works constructed there in nature’s spiteFor scholars…

Chosen

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The lot of love is chosen.  I learnt that muchStruggling for an image on the trackOf the whirling Zodiac.Scarce did he my body touch,Scarce sank he from the westOr found a…

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

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HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half-light,I would spread the cloths under…

The Folly of Being Comforted

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One that is ever kind said yesterday:‘Your well-beloved’s hair has threads of grey,And little shadows come about her eyes;Time can but make it easier to be wiseThough now it seems…

He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes

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FASTEN your hair with a golden pin,And bind up every wandering tress;I bade my heart build these poor rhymes:It worked at them, day out, day in,Building a sorrowful lovelinessOut of…