Category: Poetry
This first collected edition of my poems contains all the verses I care to retain except the translations from the German, published in 1895 under the title of _The White Snake_, and some of the poems in _Nature-Notes and Impressions_, published in 1906.
And then, near noon, within a forest brake, The ban-dogs roused a red gigantic stag, Lashed to whose back with gnarly-knotted cords, And borne along like some pale parasite, A m...
12. Part 12The wind upon the forest and the rain Upon the turrets. Had he heard a sigh Or was it but the echo of his own, Born of great weariness, that broke his rest?-- A dream! a dream!-...
6. Part 6"Within the webs of darkness and of day The spider Hours spin about thy world, Who now finds time to even laugh or pray, Cramped in a term of years that are uncurled Like coils...
7. Part 7He had no hope to win her hand, A harper in a loveless land, And yet he sang of love; And marked the blue vein of her throat Swell with mute rage at every note: And when he ceas...
15. Part 15Then turning from me ere I could prevent Passed like a shadow from the shadowy room, Leaving my soul in shadow.... Naught was meant By my sweet flower of love then! bloom by blo...
13. Part 13Though red my blood hath left its trail For five far miles, I will not fail, As God in Heaven wills! The way was long through that black land.-- With sword on hip and horn in ha...
4. Part 4Oh, cool as the flutter of fountains, And fresh as the fall of the dew, Wet as the hues of the rain-arch, In that vale, is the dawn, when, o'er mountains, Pearl-peaked and hyali...
16. Part 16I held your arm and, for a while, We walked along the balmy aisle Of blossoms that, like velvet, dips Unto the lake which lilies tile With stars; and hyacinths, with strips Of h...
11. Part 11Hate, born of Wrath and mother red of Crime, In Hell was whelped ere the hot hands of Time, Artificer of God, had coined our world Within the formless void, and round it furled...
8. Part 8_And one, perchance, will read and sigh: "What aimless songs! Why will he sing Of nature that drags out her woe Through wind and rain, and sun and snow, From miserable spring to...
10. Part 10As one hath seen a green-gowned huntress fair, Morn in her cheeks and midnight in her hair; Keen eyes as gray as rain, young limbs as lithe As the wild fawn's; and silvery voice...
3. Part 3"Why will they weep and not have done? Why sorrow so? and all for one, Who, they believe, hath found the best God gives to us,--and that is rest. Why grieve?--Yea, rather let th...
2. Part 2Then we may meet the Oread, whose eyes Are dewdrops where twin heavens shine confessed: She, all the maiden modesty's surprise Rosying her temples,--to slim loins and breast Tem...
17. Part 17She was a queen. 'Midst mutes and slaves, A mameluke, he loved her.--Waves Dashed not more hopelessly the paves Of her high marble palace-stair Than lashed his love his heart's...
5. Part 5The May itself, in soft sea-green, Is Oriana, Spring's high queen, And Amadis beside her seen, Some prince of Fairy stories: Where her castle's ivied towers Drowse above her woo...
9. Part 9It curved and clashed where the strewn rushes lay; Shone glassy, glittering like a watery beam Of moonlight, in the moonlight. He did deem She moved in sleep and dreamed pervers...
1. Part 1This first collected edition of my poems contains all the verses I care to retain except the translations from the German, published in 1895 under the title of _The White Snake_...
18. Part 18My lord and brothers, hear me and perpend: This need is first: to make her sceptered Queen Of wide Castile. To make (the second need), Him, whom Ximenes, my friend Cordelier Sha...