Category: Poetry
Who of us care to be present at the accouchment of the immortal? I think that we so attend who are first to take this book in our hands. A bold assertion, truly, and one demonstrable only in years remote from these; and—dust wages no war with dust. But it is one of those thing...
In the quest of her whom I had lost, I came at length to the shores of Lethe, under the vault of an immense, empty, ebon sky, from which all the stars had vanished one by one. P...
6. Part 6About the tombs of stone and brass The silver lights of evening flee; And slowly now, and solemnly, I see the pomp of shadows pass. Often, beneath some fervid moon, With splendi...
5. Part 5Shall evermore dismay, nor lion, nor the lynx, With silken-sheathèd claws, and eyes of golden glede; Nor any griffin, from the gates of treasure freed To roam the gulf, nor any...
4. Part 4Now I seek The meads of shining moly I had found In some remoter vision, by a stream No cloud hath ever tarnished; where the sun, A gold Narcissus, loiters evermore Above his go...
2. Part 2As none shall roam the sad Leucadian rock, Above the sea’s immitigable moan, But in his heart a song that Sappho sang, And flame-like murmur of the muted lyres That time hath no...
1. Part 1Who of us care to be present at the accouchment of the immortal? I think that we so attend who are first to take this book in our hands. A bold assertion, truly, and one demonst...
3. Part 3Supreme In culminant omniscience manifold, And served by senses multitudinous, Far-posted on the shifting walls of time, With eyes that roam the star-unwinnowed fields Of utter...
8. Part 8There were many shadows in the palace of Augusthes. About the silver throne that had blackened beneath the invisible passing of ages, they fell from pillar and broken roof and f...