Category: Poetry
Poems — Volume 2
Melpomene among her livid people, ARCHDUCHESS ANNE, 116 I. In middle age an evil thing II. Archduchess Anne sat carved in frost III. Old Kraken read a missive penned THE SONG OF THEODOLINDA, 133
Chapters
1. Chapter 1
Melpomene among her livid people, ARCHDUCHESS ANNE, 116 I. In middle age an evil thing II. Archduchess Anne sat carved in frost III. Old Kraken read a missive penned THE SONG OF...
2. Chapter 2JUDGE mildly the tasked world; and disincline To brand it, for it bears a heavy pack. You have perchance observed the inebriate’s track At night when he has quitted the inn-sign...
3. Chapter 3You must love the light so well That no darkness will seem fell. Love it so you could accost Fellowly a livid ghost. Whish! the phantom wisps away, Owns him smoke to cocks of da...
4. Chapter 4A noise of the hollow ground Turned the eye to the ear in debate: Not the soft overflowing of sound Of the pines, ranked, lofty, straight, Barely swayed to some whispers remote,...
5. Chapter 5He knew the Hours: they were round him, laden with seed Of hours bestrewn upon vapour, and one by one They winged as ripened in fruit the burden decreed For each to scatter; the...
6. Chapter 6SEE the sweet women, friend, that lean beneath The ever-falling fountain of green leaves Round the white bending stem, and like a wreath Of our most blushful flower shine trembl...
7. Chapter 7QUEEN Theodolind has built In the earth a furnace-bed: There the Traitor Nail that spilt Blood of the anointed Head, Red of heat, resolves in shame: White of heat, awakes to fla...
8. Chapter 8Considerably was the world Of spinsterdom and clergy racked While he his hinted horrors hurled, And she pictorially attacked. A duel hugeous. Tragic? Ho! The cities, not the mou...
9. Chapter 9Bitter is the weight that crushes Low, my Bard, thy race of fire. Here no fair young future blushes Bridal to a man’s desire. Neither chief, nor aim, nor splendour Dressing dist...
10. Chapter 10Verily now is our season of seed, Now in our Autumn; and Earth discerns Them that have served her in them that can read, Glassing, where under the surface she burns, Quick at he...
11. Chapter 11At morn she stood to live for ear and sight, Love sky or cloud, or rose or grasses drenched. A lureful devil, that in glow-worm light Set languor writhing all its folds, she que...
12. Chapter 12It is not to stand on a tower And see the flat universe reel; Our mortal sublimities drop Like raiment by glisterlings worn, At a sweep of the scythe for the crop. Wisdom is won...