My eye upon your eyes - So was I born, One far-off day in Paradise, A summer morn; I had not lived till then, But, wildered, went, Like other wandering men, Nor what Life meant...
Fragoletta, blessed one, What think you of the light of the sun? Do you think the dark was best, Lying snug in mother's breast? Ah! I knew that sweetness, too, Fragoletta, before you!...
Soo-Ti, I thank the careful fate That made you wise and obstinate, Alert, but with a proper pride, And gay, but wondrous dignified. I praise your black and tilted nose;...
Face with the forest eyes, And the wayward wild-wood hair, How shall a man be wise, When a girl's so fair; How, with her face once seen, Shall life be as it has been, This many a year? ...
Am I so soon grown tired? - yet this old sky Can open still each morn so blue an eye, This great old river still through nights and days Run like a happy boy to holidays,...
I saw strange bones to-day in Paris town, Deep in the quarried dark, while over-head The roar of glad and busy things went by - Over our heads - So many heads - Deep down, deep down -...
When the spring comes again, will you be there? Three springs I watched and waited for your face, And listened for your voice upon the air; I sought for you in many a hidden place,...
Above the town a monstrous wheel is turning, With glowing spokes of red, Low in the west its fiery axle burning; And, lost amid the spaces overhead, A vague white moth, the moon, is fluttering. ...
When the thunder-shaking German hosts are marching over France - Lo, the glinting of the bayonet and the quiver of the lance! - When a rowdy rampant KAISER, stout and mad and middle-aged,...
The D'cadent was speaking to his soul - Poor useless thing, he said, Why did God burden me with such as thou? The body were enough, The body gives me all.
Dear Desk, Farewell! I spoke you oft In phrases neither sweet nor soft, But at the end I come to see That thou a friend hast been to me, No flatterer but very friend....
Stream that leapt and danced Down the rocky ledges, All the summer long, Past the flowered sedges, Under the green rafters, With their leafy laughters, Murmuring your song:...
I wore my heart upon my sleeve, Tis most unwise, they say, to do - But then how could I but believe The foolish thing was safe with you? Yet, had I known, 'twas safer far...
I sing the sofa! It had stood for years, An invitation to benign repose, A foe to all the fretful brood of fears, Bidding the weary eye-lid sink and close. Massive and deep and broad it was and bland -...
I've a palace set in a garden fair, And, oh, but the flowers are rich and rare, Always growing And always blowing Winter or summer - it doesn't matter -...