Category: Poetry
A common folk I walk among; I speak dull things in their own tongue: But all the while within I hear A song I do not sing for fear-- How sweet, how different a thing! And when I come where none are near I open all my heart and sing.
A common folk I walk among; I speak dull things in their own tongue: But all the while within I hear A song I do not sing for fear-- How sweet, how different a thing! And when I...
2. Part 2Yea, mystic consummation! yea, O Wondrous suitor,--whosoe’er Thou art; that in such mighty way, In distant realms, athwart the air And lands and seas, with all things fair, Hast...
3. Part 3He was not fair to look on as a god-- Her husband whom God gave her; for his face, Not as the golden face of Phœbus glowed; Nor in his body was there light or grace;
4. Part 4And when Herodias--that many times Polluted one, assured now in all crimes Past fear or turning--when she, her fierce tongue Thrice forked with indignation, hotly spoke Quick wi...
5. Part 5But what do I here with a thought like this? Those men I deemed my rivals--what are they To me now? Why I could put them to shame And taunt them now myself for insolent Pretende...
6. Part 6I know the splendour that you were-- --You shall be; I see that nothing is so fair As you there; I know that you--the thing I crave-- Men shall see Again, when I am in the grave...
7. Part 7Then the rootless briar and bindweed mean, And the grovelling vetch, with the pale trefoil That cumbers the fruitless soil, Yea, the whole strange rout of the earth’s unclean We...