This is the story of Black Earl Roderick, the story and the song of his pride and of his humbling; of the bitterness of his heart, and of the love that came to it at last; of his threatened destruction, and the strange and wond...
This is the scene of a man's despair, and a soul's release From the difficult traits of the flesh; so, it seeking peace, A shot rang out in the night; death's doors were wide;...
Whose is the voice that will not let me rest? I hear it speak. Where is the shore will gratify my quest, Show what I seek? Not yours, weak Muse, to mimic that far voice, With halting tongue;...
Good-bye, sweet friend, good-bye, And all the world must be Between my friend and me; And nothing is, dear heart, But hands that meet to part; Good-bye, sweet friend, good-bye. ...
When the dark comes, 'Is this the end?' I pray, No answer from the night, And then once more the day. I take the world again Upon my neck and go Pace with the serious hours....
Wirastrua, wirastrua, woe to me that you are dead! The corpse has spoken from out his bed, 'Yesternight my burning brain Throbbed and beat on the strings of pain: Now I rest, all my dreaming's done,...
I wish we could live as the flowers live, To breathe and to bloom in the summer and sun; To slumber and sway in the heart of the night, And to die when our glory had done. ...