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He weaves, and is clothed with derision;
Sows, and he shall not reap;
His life is a watch or a vision
Between...
I shall remember while the light lives yet
And in the night time I shall not forget.
A creed is a rod,
And a crown is of night:
But this thing is God:
To be man with thy might,
To grow...
Shall I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel,
Brother, on this that was the veil of thee?
Or quiet sea-flower...
Come down and redeem us from virtue,
Our Lady of Pain.
Source: Dolores, 35
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Bind on thy sandals, O thou most fleet,
Over the splendour and speed of thy feet;
For the faint east quickens,...
I am that which began:
Out of me the years roll;
Out of me God and man;
I am equal and whole;
God changes,...
Glory to Man in the highest! for Man is the master of things.
Source: Hymn of Man,...
Time turns the old days to derision,
Our loves into corpses or wives;
And marriage and death and...
Change in a trice! The lilies and languors of virtue
For the raptures and roses of...
When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plain
Fills the shadows and...
A little soul for a little bears up this corpse which is man.
Source: Hymn to...
Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow,
How can thine heart be full of the spring?
A thousand summers are over and...
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no man lives forever,
That dead men rise up...
I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end;
Goddess and maiden and queen, be near me...
For whom all winds are quiet as the sun,
All waters as the shore.
Source: Ave...
Here, where the world is quiet;
Here, where all trouble seems
Dead winds' and spent waves' riot
In doubtful...
There lived a singer in France of old
By the tideless dolorous midland sea.
In a land of sand and ruin and...
Pale, beyond porch and portal,
Crowned with calm leaves, she stands,
Who gathers all things mortal
With cold...
Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;
We have drunken of things Lethean,...
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