The Wind Among the Reeds

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E. Mathews, 1903 - 108 strani
 

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Stran 60 - HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the...
Stran 18 - I passed my brother and cousin : They read in their books of prayer; I read in my book of songs I bought at the Sligo fair. When we come at the end of time To Peter sitting in state, He will smile on the three old spirits, But call me first through the gate ; For the good are always...
Stran 60 - HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Stran 92 - This hound and this deer seem plain images of the desire of the man 'which is for the woman,' and 'the desire of the woman which is for the desire of the man,' and of all desires that are as these.
Stran 33 - he pondered, ' I will send them to her and die; ' And when the morning whitened He left them where she went by. She laid them upon her bosom, Under a cloud of her hair, And her red lips sang them a love song : Till stars grew out of the air.
Stran 61 - I HAVE drunk ale from the Country of the Young And weep because I know all things now: I have been a hazel-tree, and they hung The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough Among my leaves in times out of mind: I became a rush that horses tread: I became a man, a hater of the wind, Knowing one, out of all things, alone, that his head...
Stran 11 - The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold, And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes, For they will ride the North when the gereagle flies, With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold : I kiss my wailing child and press it to my breast, And hear the narrow graves calling my child and me.
Stran 5 - The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told; I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart, With the earth and the sky and the water, remade, like a casket of gold For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
Stran 73 - Hanrahan is the simplicity of an imagination too changeable to gather permanent possessions, or the adoration of the shepherds ; and Michael Robartes is the pride of the imagination brooding upon the greatness of its possessions...
Stran 30 - Fasten your hair with a golden pin, And bind up every wandering tress; I bade my heart build these poor rhymes : It worked at them, day out, day in, Building a sorrowful loveliness Out of the battles of old times. You need but lift a pearl-pale hand, And bind up your long hair and sigh; And all men's hearts must burn and beat ; And candle-like foam on the dim sand, And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky, Live but to light your passing feet.

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