Lord of
Lord of
fall fly flying gilded
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South,/ Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves,/ And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee.
casual sorrow thou wilt
O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me/ No casual mistress, but a wife.
great lust race sane simple
O great and sane and simple race of brutes/ That own no lust because they have no law!
bright dark fickle fierce tender true
Bright and fierce and fickle is the South,/ And dark and true and tender is the North.
arise cold gray thoughts thy tongue utter
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me
fools-and-foolishness pile red
Even tho' thrice again/ The red fool-fury of the Seine/ Should pile her barricades with dead.
blood friends-or-friendship heart light near nerves wheels
Be near me when my light is low,/ When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick/ And tingle; and the heart is sick,/ And all the wheels of Being slow.
birds crying high twilight
Birds in the high Hall-garden/ When twilight was falling,/ Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud,/ They were crying and calling.
autumn days depth divine gather happy heart idle looking rise tears thinking
Tears, idle tears,/I know not what they mean,/ Tears from the depth of some divine despair,/ Rise in the heart and gather in the eyes,/ In looking on the happy autumn fields,/ And thinking of the days that are no more.
breeze praise round stir thee
Round thee with the breeze of song/ To stir a little praise of dust.
crow leads
As the many-wintered crow that leads the clanging rookery home.
art husband thou wife
As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown.
desire indeed inner near
Do we indeed desire the dead/ Should still be near us at our side?/ Is there no baseness we would hide?/ No inner vileness that we dread?
cursed forehead gold
Cursed be the gold that gilds the straitened forehead of a fool!