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POEMS
POEMS
BY
BOSTON AND
NEW YORK
1914
Cambrib0e
COPYRIGHT,
1914,
BY
350)
TO MY MOTHER
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COPYRIGHT,
1914,
TO MY MOTHER
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CONTENTS
To ONE WHO READS
IN
MEMORY
A Vow
To
..........
OF F. C.
JARDIN DU LUXEMBOURG
AVENUE DE
OPERA
ON THE TRAIN
THE MOONS OF ALL TIME
.
FOUNTAIN AT FRASCATI
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8
12
13
15
16
17
.18
SERENADE
19
NIGHT
To A SKYLARK
IN
THE CAMPAGNA
21
.
23
POPPY
25
ECLOGUE
27
EXPECTANCY
29
....
30
UNTIL TO-MORROW
32
ROMANTICISM
33
A PRAYER
35
DREAM-TRYST
36
37
NIGHT SONG
39
INTERIOR
40
THE RETURN
42
VENUS OF MELOS
43
AUTUMN WIND
.44
QUEST
45
CONFIDENCES
MY
LADY
47
TOMB
48
WEARINESS
...
49
50
52
53
."
55
DURING Music
56
SEAWARD
.58
NOCTURNE
59
THE GRAVE
60
SONNETS
TIME
TIME
LOSSES
LOSSES II
61
62
ON A MACEDONIAN TOMB
.63
.64
~~
AT PARTING
.65
Music TO HEAR
66
.
.67
"
....
FACE
.
.71
ATALANTA
WHEN
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70
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HOME
IN THE
68
OF LIFE
73
AM OLD
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THE NIGHTINGALES
75
QUATRAINS
THE POET
THE MASTERPIECE
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.78
YOUTH
TIME
IN
A GARDEN
.....
FRANCISCAN
TRIBUTE
...
"
....
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*
.
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OUT OF DOORS
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ON A CERTAIN IRREGULARITY
To A DESERTED LITTER OF PUPPIES
To A GOADED SHEEP
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ABOUT AN ALLEGORY
TRISTAN AND ISEULT OF THE WHITE HANDS
...
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88
TRANSLATIONS
SONNET. From Ronsard
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From Du
SONNET.
Bellay
From
WHAT
From
Jules Laforgue
From Mallarme
SILK IN SCENTS.
MY
Jules Laforgue
NEVERMORE. From
Verlaine
Verlaine
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.no
.in
112
From Gerard
Verlaine
MIGNON
SONG.
From
From Heine
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115
.
SONG.
Goethe
.
113
de Nerval
100
...
.
Foscolo
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119
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,
121
POEMS
POEMS
TO ONE WHO READS
WHAT
is it,
that with
all
thy tears
now
What
is it
that for
it
s,
not
Helen won
Away
Thou weep
st
when
What
is it
thirty centuries
As
to her
book,
What
is it ?
Ah,
it is
Yea,
The
poet
who
the thing,
for Beatrice
To make
The
spirits
From
thee
weep and
who
the old
so let live
are fugitive
life
eternally
IN
MEMORY OF
F. C. G,
Of the
obscure descent,
Down
That
builds
Whence no man
The
lands.
First heard
As some
them he alone
sad undertone
Of daylight
darkening,
As some unquiet
Of life
The
eyes divine
Broken by other
The
breath
that swept
among
Passionate
little
tunes,
The
sailing
of his dreams,
Under
Of all
his
Still in
moons
human moods,
your
silver flow
And
So soon
He
went by,
The
He
his years
No
He
As
And
holy frankincense,
[
For forms
that
wing the
air
Toward
the diviner
things,
And
upon
lift
their
wings
Wherefore
a long
regret,
However he be
blest
In the far
of
fields
rest,
And
That bade
Midway upon
Ere
in
the way,
Ere
in the crucible
Of passion
Pure for
The
he might fuse,
VOW
A
ALL
the night
till
day be born
watch
for
till
Like the
ice
upon
Like a death
Like Leander
I will
in
s
skies,
the brook,
some
sad book,
drowning look,
Where
may
follow
That
At
the circle of
its
strand
me
There
shall
There
There
Be
it
shall
Be
it
to pass,
all
the day,
Closer
till
For the
you
final
lift
wing
fluttering.
s,
!
TO LITTLE
M. A.
ON HER BIRTHDAY
BABY born
On
morn,
With
weeping
And
a sleeping
First
you
tested
So the
trial
Broke the
Where
Keep
vial
the years
their tears
On
is
best
a breast
Of a
bosom,
Just the
Of
mouth
a drouth,
Just the I
Of a
cry,
Little baby,
Not
Or
May-be
Never
In Forever
way
Lights your
From
Not
to-day
a suture
To
a past
All unglassed
In the skies
Of your
eyes!
Thoughtless brow,
Is the
Is the
Your
Now,
Real
Ideal
Just to be
Momently
Or
have you
Something new
Still
to fashion
Out of
From
To
passion
mother
another
Bosom
laid,
Unafraid,
Ere you go
From
the throe
Out of
Back
breath
to death
JARDIN DU LUXEMBOURG
WINTER wind
Autumn
in
autumn blows
days are
grown
For Godivas of the rose
Or
Rouged
Come
too chilly
lily.
the dahlias
now
to harden
Of the
Even
From
And
in stone
While
AVENUE DE L OPERA
WATCH her experimental bluff
Of letting drop her ermine muff
Chemically, because she waits
For masculine
precipitates
As though
she might be
thought to use
But
To
full
flaunt at the
Too
full
Knows
of
frail
deflowering male,
faith in
To
Prayer
Too
To
too sweet
is
dream of any
[
still
aftertaste
-3
too chaste
And
if
11
fellow
She
be
who
is
not unkind,
have a laugh
...
so never
mind
ON THE TRAIN
O
O
GLAD
The
light
is
out.
sad,
hopeless flight
Are now
The
To
all
pave
it,
ah, for
what escaped
feet
are the
moons
Unhastening
Where
to
are the
That from
still,
open and
and white,
to die
aimless flight,
wind
is
high
A FOUNTAIN AT FRASCATI
THE
silver
willow weeping
its
pool,
in the night,
The
mirror that
it
The
Wherein
The
moments
in the spray
SERENADE
BE
still,
be
still
The
world
You
You
And watch
is
awake
now
be wise,
!
NIGHT
FROM
The
With westering
heaven,
And
slips the
moon
From
What
in the
world
her mooring
.
is
luring
What
is
the road
it
>9
lies
on,
Hollow above
Of
star-far
What way
Home
the hollow
dome,
is
there to follow
AMONG THE
ERE
Bow down
Out
FIELDS
die,
of the sky.
Lonely
Under
wander, dear,
the sun.
When
Out of the
Up
grave of thee
What
did
God
save of thee
What
hath
More
to be blest
What
What
He made
of thee,
of the breast
it
be
dumb
to thee
or be heard
Then,
Thou who
thee
did st evenly
Will
it
be heavenly
Then
to withhold
Spirit
who
Love of
Be
bore to
me
woman,
as of yore to
Heavenly human
me
!
TO A SKYLARK
THOU
IN
THE CAMPAGNA
art so far,
Or
singing star,
That by thy
Of
song alone
thy sunny track
I trace
To
lightenings
the
And
Come
And
Unknown,
would
call
thee back
unto me,
build a nest
I will
Of memory,
And
I will
Deathward with
My
heart
Where wings
[
all
the world,
home
will not be furled,
3
home my heart
Where memory shall
The
Of
deathless part
this
mad
But from
To
shrine
thee
my
who
of thine
flight
call
art so far,
st fall
Of voice
Still
afire,
on the
flight
Thou mountest
Up
begun
higher,
to the endless
sun
A POPPY
FLAME
Of sun-blazed air,
Now burning in her
Of golden hair,
wheat
Appeal of bloom,
Has she
the
power to reckon
Toward what wild ways
She lifted thee to beckon
Above her
face
Out of
Thy
And
blood-red call
languid petulance
Are bacchanal!
ECLOGUE
WITHIN
the
woodland
Of languorous
secrecies
lie
While
was
all
Faint as an echo
The
when
it
dies,
Keep
In dream
own
saw Neaera
replies,
there,
the grapes,
Her
And
all
With
He
sleep,
And
He
But oftener
I
wander
And
in a
in other
alone,
chosen solitude
I
make my moan
And
Like morning-glories,
That
Oh
takes
then
The
I
mood
wood
to the
Unto myself
Of
dream-heavy peep,
am
away
when
in the
hour
enlightened in
my
heart
And
delicately comforted,
And
unhuman
tryst
living solitude
Is sweeter than
Neaera kissed
Within the
secret of the
wood.
EXPECTANCY
drudge, and then the years to wait
DREAM,
My
heart
is
And
u
Is
Or
off,
"
passed
my
or
is
ask
shall
Until
it
my
Along
lo
cannot hearj
Laws
there are
no
"
ways
different days
without a trumpet
Is
still
and long
is
"
blast,
The mute
coming
was,
be without a pause
Of Time
For
Fate near,
I
In the beginning as
So
"
of Fate.
Fate far
Until
"
feet
at last
passed.
TO MY LADY MOONLIGHT
A BALLADE
I
KNOW
Moon
not
of
my
how
st to rise,
me
From slumber
No
thou cam
was death
that
set
disguise
me
free.
No
Along the
On
The
east.
closed
my
eyes
Beloved, do not
call
me
mad
blind
st
!
to wind,
me
see.
Out
So
to birth in blossom-wise
The
When
Beloved, do not
Listen,
Because
Thy
and behind,
my
I
call
me
blind
Moonlight, to
flee.
my
plea
Beloved, do not
call
me
blind
UNTIL TO-MORROW
UNTIL to-morrow
To-morrow
I
or
morrow
far
and
far
away,
Lost on the
hills
feet,
of separation, sweet.
And
ROMANTICISM
I
WATCHED
Which
How
is
the
window of
the world,
myself inevitably,
The
And
And
emerge
The
Wherefore, because
The warmth
all
The momentariness
Weaving
The
That
curious things,
of wings
together the
breath of
toll like
lilies
on
censers
still
full
air
of myrrh,
33
of her,
Because
Me
all
make
I strove to
for loveliness
sensitive transparency
Till
all
Brought a
And
reflection dimly
known,
I see the
own
Of the
untroubled world
I see
Should
again
And
stir
with a
its
stagnant lees,
human sorrow
The Hermes
of Praxiteles.
34
stain
A PRAYER
POUR down
As
I
And
there
an echo that
replies.
And make
a mist about
For what
is
my
eyes
35
DREAM-TRYST
COME
For
is
keep
Come
me
not in dream,
fear of the
What
To
to
to
awaking
my
me
not to-night,
When
Come
Then
You
You
is
me
not at
take flight
to
all
my
sorrow.
do not come
you
do not come
I follow
call.
!
hill is
Of vision
The
high in heaven,
shall
be given
abysm cracked
And
And
Of Ocean
And
throws
to the sea,
Its ghost,
The
thunder.
Are winding
The
its
which seems
dusk that
cries
37
to be
and quivers.
To
find
for
its fatal
my
feet,
flower
Oh
that I
Home
still
may wander
And know
38
NIGHT SONG
AH,
love,
That
Like one
And
so dark in
who wanders
and he
love, will
me
I feel alone,
moan
fears
Ah,
is all
and
When
He
it
I fear
is
a mystery
feels alone.
you look
dark of
in the
The
And
Your
Make
wood
heavenly neighborhood
39
me
INTERIOR
OH to enclose thee,
A lily in the room,
Wherein
sweet,
a chosen o
gloom
The
In the ecstatic
songs
Shrilled
Of flowers
The
too violent
fervent flute of
June
Deliriously blows
The
And
The windows
That
lets
the
More mutely
Upon
have a
summer
veil
fall
musical
Hush of
Whereo
instrumental
girl
THE RETURN
I
LAY me under
And
My
heart
That seek
Haply,
I said,
At
and
last
tales,
all
these memories
go sailing
down
may roam
the sea,
in the
open sky
The
Too
And
far
still
Because of
So
it
my
heart
awake
The dreams
that
stories,
4*
VENUS OF MELOS
was weary, and I have rest in thee,
For over the fawns of thine unhidden breast
Lo,
And solemn
The
veil
Has
and
And hushed
far seclusion
their
of thy face
43
AUTUMN WIND
THE
Like
frail
And
and
Out of
The winds
And
autumnal sky
lawn,
drawn
shaken cry.
they have
made
sails
of day
Wild winds,
Of
girls that
44
QUEST
WHAT
was
it
What was
it, all
I feverishly
hoped
And
what,
You
left
And
at the last
when
summer
the unsure
to find in
in a
you
through,
endured that
should look
Unveiling
The
in a
tremulous distress
candor of your
What was
Merely
it
in
spirit s
nakedness,
woman
need of a
45
let
man
me
s
read
need
Why
No
Ah
did your
more the
desiring
strange, strange
what old
And show
own
that
woman
of
my dream ?
CONFIDENCES
LISTENING woman, conjuring,
Out of the shadows of my heart,
Out of
Of shame
itself that
The words
That
that are as
is
When
held
Because
my
gleams
have
said
Your
Alas,
And
What
wing
broods apart,
little
while
Where
praying
You weep,
and almost
[
47
feel for
me.
go,
MY LADY S TOMB
MY
Where
all
the dead go
home
to
drowse
The
My
Where
Knew
The
Above her
With
And
And
wed
beautiful.
Were
Death
all
the
life
that she
would reap,
WEARINESS
AM weary already of the years that are yet to
The sad and stale prepared procession of years
I
That
The
flag
straight descent
I fear the
be,
And
a flood of flame
light
And when
I shall feel
Of the
tired
insomnia of eternity.
49
Still like a
Of Anne
child
see
as virginal as she,
The mother
like a sister
To
of herself alone
her
who
They dream
The
Is
is
grown
flesh
That
is
and bone.
not mirth,
a miracle on earth.
The
And on
their
maiden mouths
Of women who
[
their smile
in the guile
Though
The
And
grace of
God
The Son
of
God
and
are as slaves
They
From where
As
still
their
own,
vestal slaves
who dream
again,
Of olden home
SLUMBER SONG
WE
has not
dimmed
the
morning
We
star.
moan
are alone.
The
Oh
oh
awake
day
To
lose a dream.
CHRYSEIS
WHEN
Thee,
came the
won
And
sail
without thee
Wert thou
Oh
to free thee
Still fail
home
Till,
when
Almost
less alone,
And when
thy father
Ransomed
And Agamemnon
Among
thy tresses,
with gold,
O
[
And when
home
again,
And
That
winds
like a
god
oar
Willing a
little at
54
in the
meadow where
glad.
alive,
And
they were
The
And
all
breathed
tore the
Alas,
Still
And
it,
all
made my
have
garment of
when
it
meadow twine
my
make
it
me.
rose apart.
left
it
its
heart,
55
DURING MUSIC
SLOW with
Awake
Her
old pain
again,
eyelids cling
In opening
Without
surprise
Pain-patient eyes.
Her memory
How
Whereunder, low,
The
afterglow
Of day
and night
Nor
of her passion
Nor
of the past
flight
[
of love.
56
Are dim
The
to her,
dead days
With vacant
rise
eyes,
So swift, so aching
57
SEAWARD
I
KNOW
there
is
another strand
Down
The
And
Hath power
When
And when
There
is
they
the
no
in the
night
up
in
moon
light
till
taken away,
early day,
And
The
No
light
NOCTURNE
STARS
in the silent
Wake
boughs
What
starts
Of course
Which
it
them now
is
Are
a love,
they are
to singing
dreaming
stars
of.
and dreams
Dreams and
Oh why
59
wrong
THE GRAVE
I
WONDER
if
When
And swarm
wonder
Wakens
To
if
tells
Where
there
Once on
a sun to
make
the
shadow sweet
And
And
Under
And now
they
Their cups
lift
still
"O
give!"
still
"
cry
And
so
may
And
so
may
she have
still
60
Give
"
TIME S LOSSES
I
EGYPTIAN sands
With winds of
Up
heaven
all
wave on wave,
the ages,
s stairs,
They drown
And
To show
if
he were brave
That
riddles to the
Sphinx unanswerably.
Than
Of
queens that
The
s, fair
Cleopatra
"
"
Tragedies
of Alexandria
That they
in
God
Go
are living
tell
flames.
the Sphinx
when God
thinks
TIME
LOSSES
II
THE
Are
golden
all
pillars
of the Parthenon
Such
And
is
With
may Venus
ease
lies
To make
her
of
men
spirit
the
still
what other
And
sees
act of love,
ON A MACEDONIAN TOMB
So soon, behold, they
Man
and
his
Which from
woman
tired
of
this their
even one
the love of
in death,
life left
They have
House,
out of breath
it
hard to rouse.
Unto
the dead no
new
thing followeth,
Of the
risen
boughs."
the deep
Nor
Nor
of sleep,
midnight in the
at
my
Time
Its
forehead,
that
is
death-watch
And
in
Ebbing
my
its
till
hear again
disenchanted
soul I
tidal plain
Good
night
Out of
is
Is lagging in the
resume
gloom
hear the Grecian main
music from a
The
now
I close the
room
I close the
I lean
little
night,
!
See
stagnant
Ah, but
moon
is
good night,
how
arms of yonder
flight
tree
see
the
moon
how
soon
rising free
AT PARTING
HUSH and
Than
Her
give over
to return
The wings
Call her
now
to be silent
Of her own
for
Ah, cease
own
of her
no more
spirit
lest, if
Yea,
this instead,
life
nights that
When
to
my
feel the
surge
forgot.
because she
The
to urge
must be
is
so
young
the shadows
her
stir
way among
lonelier than
they were,
sleeps
and
awake
She
lies
The
lilies
spread
The
light that
When
only
falls
Before you
fell
asleep
dawn
shall
Hundred Years,
tears,
And
So
if
Grieve not
you
shall
not
66
know your
him
old mistaking
TO
"MUSIC
LITTLE longer
Upon
But
The
the keys.
still,
let
Oh
HEAR"
fall
thy fingers
cease,
And
song with
Thy
The silence
But
let
Above
till it
thy tears,
at last,
and
thine hands in
forget
end of
let
it
be
Touch
mine be
Which was
call,
Waken no
all
all.
not a key,
quiet.
Lo
on the seas
fret
life
of long ago
who
a girl
And
For
He
had pleasure
in the simple
way
The
With
all
And from
the
hymn on
Earthward to her
Fountains were
And on
Or
if
if
Had
Heaven
play,
of her thought,
But
for
made accord
at night that
waken
fell
not.
tell,
The two
Nor
or three
who
a parting grieve
Of all
all
The
tired late
The
hours
That presence
claim
And
SERVICE
so
left in
unto
.
to sheave
which
still
the
same
prayers
made
leave.
our
we dreamed
that she
Or
even a
Beside her
She
long
last
way,
lips that
A FACE
SUSCEPTIBLE as silence to a song,
Or
Or
On
meadows,
These
to the
moon
lies
evasions long,
With memories
like clouds
And
Yet
now
is
right or
wrong.
as the
And waken
in the doubtful
evening light,
That
still
leads
all
gone
Or
like
like a
Who
broken and
how
spent he
an arrow shattered in a
lies,
tree,
messenger of victory
to his
home
Now
He knew
Once,
restful death
must be,
in the years
sickened
The
woman
accomplished, to console
;
now from
every limb
make
ATALANTA
I
THINK
Throw down
Where
She scanned
The shame
Of girlhood
Oh
And
a golden apple
upon
a place
his eyes
to scan
and she
wind
Above
the apple
till
And
dusty cloud
IN
THE HOME OF
The
Where
Those
With
to
me
that I
all
forlorn,
might
call
intrusion disenthrall
to
me
in
God
grant
Nor
my
spirit
grants deatH
time to come,
God
The
all
The
LIFE
all
was
73
all life s
gain.
WHEN
WHEN
And
am
AM OLD
That
When
have hurled
The crowns
Upon your
Oh
or
if
you have
to be
errand to Eternity,
But turn
And
That
at
every
may know
the
way
74
to follow you.
THE NIGHTINGALES
STILL in Boccaccio
As
With
stars that
Gleam
made
in the silence
Boccaccio told of
of Florence, cool
lust that
wore love
s veils.
Time
that pull
Love
Oh
s veils
for
Hers who
Call ye
Oh
is
living
among
that
now and
here asleep,
She wanders
now by broken
75
THE POET
JUST
Of life
he wants to
dream
live the
whole
his soul,
THE MASTERPIECE
I
THINK
Men
ere
77
YOUTH
I
AM
Thou
as
hast enchanted
So sweet, that
Of
me
I forget the
78
me
see
in a strange land,
mystery
let
Hand.
TIME IN A GARDEN
THE
daffodils
Which
79
Rhone
division of an isle,
first
ON A CERTAIN IRREGULARITY
PUT
I
out the
know
When
World
want
to sleep awhile
am
tired
Law
to
work
a Miracle
TO A DESERTED LITTER OF
NEW-BORN, and
so precariously
PUPPIES
new,
The
That
is
moment knew
TO A GOADED SHEEP
IF
it
had
Limping
It
It
known
the journey
along, the
might have
known
mimic of
there
was n
pain,
t
much to gain
at
once.
A FRANCISCAN
His tonsure
His naked
like a
branded aureole,
him
ties
The
The
TRIBUTE
SOME few,
Pay unto
within a
God
They
suffer,
still,
religious haunt,
God,
if that is
ways
what you want.
OUT OF DOORS
I
HEAR
And
Poor book,
It
it
my
grass.
soul of aught
ABOUT AN ALLEGORY
IT was the earth that Dante trod
When
he trod Hell,
it
was the
earth,
That warms
HANDS
A FRAGMENT
Tristan
BOY,
art
thou waking
fault
Nay, he
Have wakened
all
sleeps, but I
Tristan
What news
Iseult
The dawn
the long
gradual stars
moon
come
over-sea,
Tristan
Then
will I
watch by day
as thou
by night,
Up
to the
And
empty
and moon
my love,
Or rise on raven wings and bring her not,
And tell me with its wings to live or die.
Lift me a little in my bed, Iseult,
Lift me, and let me look upon the light.
rise
Iseult
Yea, Tristan,
And
And
rest
upon
my
Tristan
Thine arms
are
all
about
me
as of old.
Where have we
Thine arms
all
And
I
am
are
about
me
from thee as
hell
as of old
me, and
still
from heaven
Iseult
Ask me
it
of thyself,
How
flowers of loveliness
Perchance
waked
may
at last
and faded
Tristan
indeed
Iseult
lord, indeed.
Yea,
Tristan
Would
Walled
in
I lay alone,
And
set the
Then was
chambers murmuring
like a shell.
The
And
love
is little
when
wide
trembled then,
And
felt
Istult
The
The
have no
To
gift
all
Tristan
My
I
wound
am
How
master of
love not,
Lingers a
From
is
all
little
words, Iseult.
my wound to say
how love, how now my
only
help
my
loved indeed.
Be not
till
life
love
Thee have
Oh
my
me
come home
91
Not though
I arise
But
my
all
calling at last
battle.
Cornwall hear
my
And
hold
me
call
me
in her fragrance
and come,
in her hair,
till
I die.
TRANSLATIONS
SONNET
FROM RONSARD
I
WANT
days,
on me.
Thou
I only
want
to
want to
Then
to
anger weighs,
Our chambermaid,
I
live three
days
make merry
in
for a
privacy,
week
ahead.
Hurry
into
my
want
to be at
From
me
dress.
home.
me
express
let
him
wait.
SONNET
FROM DU BELLAY
HAPPY
Or
he
like the
And
To
is
who
like
Ulysses travels
far,
Alas,
when
Above my
life
little
town, and
me
Which
is
Pleases
me more
Than
for
smoke upglide
what time of year
in
me more
my home
a province, and so
the facades of
Pleases
Than
Roman
austere,
much
my
beside
fathers
knew
courts spectacular
fine,
Which
Without
may
a motion
She was a
saint, if
t is
be
so.
enough,
open palms,
So
God
If,
Of a
Just like a
if
Upon
A moment
belief in
thought.
two resplendent
the earth a
May
if
moment
eyes,
staying,
97
That
is
not in
full
if
ever a flower
blossom yet
The dew
if
hand of
in this cold
felt in all
of heaven in
hers,
way,
her years
human
clay.
pride,
By
She
s side,
She looks
Out of
as
The book
all.
98
MEDITATION
FROM BAUDELAIRE
BE
patient,
my
some
Under
doomsman
My Grief, hold
drear,
Gather remorse
Bow
town,
in fetes
Out of
here;
human
while the
Now,
t is
how
me draw
;
in robes
of by-gone styles
Beneath an arch
And drawn
is
like a
near,
[99]
that
We
"
The
"
"
"
to
if this
God
my
two
reward his
"
God, how
Or
own."
All
all
"Alas,
And
who
I,
say
if
all
st
my
"
melody
I.
me
so bad
is
too
trite
and you
100
"
"
Thanks, not
"
I love thee
thou lov
sweetheart mine,
My
relative,"
right."
will
With
"
with
firstly,
angles of a triangle,
Are equal
And
her
tell
11
JULES LAFORGUE
"
Let
we
play that
profit
are true
"
"
am
weary,
After you,
"
At
last if
ll
So
mutter:
it
if
you
Among my
"
books
certain of
it.
please."
some evening,
fugitive
feigning to be incredulous,
"Well
was serious
Then
now, but
we had
"
101
the
Means
to Live!
CONCEITS
FROM
AH
Do
the
JULES LAFORGUE
the
Moon,
Dead
Moon
is
obsesses
remedy
me
Tomb-like
Thou
in the
Temple of Quiescence,
While
with
I stifle
my
if
never
Oh, to-morrow
may
lonely mood.
is
fashioned
suckle there
fair
.
in confusion,
Finding
in
my
platonism fine
Raptures of an angler
Queen of
Lilies, hail
at his line.
Your Majesty,
would
widowed
would
find a
Thou would
st
head
What
for
Moon
ah,
WIND
SEA
FROM MALLARME
THE
flesh
is
sad, alas,
To
and
!
all
The
birds, I
be amid the
in the skies
Can hold
at
home
On
my
the
young wife
1 will depart.
Lift anchor
now
candle
who
in the eyes
lonely clarity
Nor
An
are ravished
know,
it
undefiled,
Far-away.
Is trusting
And
it
still
may
But hearken,
my
is
sailors
Arthur Symons\
chant
WHAT
SILK IN SCENTS
FROM MALLARME
WHAT
silk in scents
Where
the
Is
Chimera
of centuries
is
subdued
That you
The wounds
of banners eloquent
But
no
taste
For covering
Ah
To
my
eyes content.
the
The
MUSETTE
FROM MURGER
SEEING a swallow yesterday
Bringing the year into
I
its
prime,
Who
And
loved
even
In revery
me when
till
drew near
bowed above
The almanack
When
the night
My
heart
Muse
of
infidelity,
06
eat
The
The
little
may come
Come, you
allure.
will see
them
The
little
all,
left
my
them
lass,
there,
You
room,
often drank
share.
my
And
as of yore the
We
And
in a
We M
bower
at
Sabbath day
it
Musette,
The
evening
dip a
who
at the last
a pleasant
sunk
morn
had learned
to rest,
returned,
But even
No
wing
carnival had
Upon
wood
in
longer did
my
[
107
And
who
she,
Said that
Adieu,
now
Dead with
Our
youth
is
no more Musette,
was no longer
I.
go your ways,
is
my
dear,
no more
in its sepulchre
is
The
only
now
A memory may
The
by digging through
key of the
find
it
lies
anew
lost paradise.
08
WHEN
I
made my way
Whereover
into the
quietly the
little
garden close,
Bower with
Always the
the vine
jet
I see
it all
of water makes
its silver
The
Even
its
Thin,
threnody unending.
at the alley s
in the
sound,
as of yore
lilies in
Down
the unpretending
I recollect
star.
And
The
ajar,
is
is
sailing.
standing yet,
end, with
all its
plaster scaling,
I0 9
NEVERMORE
FROM VERLAINE
st
thou have
Has
The
is
On
yellowing woods
We
darting a
monotonous
The
fall
air,
glare
in a
Just she and I together, with hair and thought blown free.
Her
"
thrilling
gaze on me,
What was
"
I let
And
Ah, the
And
first
flowers of
The u
"
yes
that
is
the
all,
first
from
10
lips adorable.
to smell
MY
FAMILIAR DREAM
FROM VERLAINE
OFTEN
Of
an
Unknown
And who
is
Another, and
me
who
is
she alone of
my
my
all
me
brow
refresh, in tears.
Her name
know
is
soft
she knows.
pale sweating
auburn, dark
As of
me,
now
Is she blonde,
?
loves
not a problem
Can
and
I love
that
it
cannot say.
and splendid,
Her gaze
is
as the
gaze of statuary,
And
The
LANGUOR
FROM VERLAINE
I
AM
Who
The
the
at the
Empire
My
soul
is
of
tell
many
lack of will,
Ah,
all is
drunk
Ah,
all is
drunk,
Only, a
bit
lack of
to die awhile
eaten
of verse too
Only, an ennui,
power
There
trivial that
you
who knows
no more
to say
you burn,
a bit to stray,
OH
my
mind,
Although
my
mind, although
woman
my
heart
kept apart.
My
heart,
Said to
Is
my
it
This
my
my
my mind
the truth
"
Is
it
or has
the truth,
it
been
"3
keen
"
My
mind
said to
Of
exiles
However
my
heart
this
who remain
far
"
mystery
at
home,
"4
Do
"
CYDALISES
FROM GERARD DE NERVAL
WHERE
tomb
They
They
Within
They with
Are deep
And
the seraphim
in the blue
sky,
The mother
of the
O virgin in
O snow-white
first
Love-woman
To
home
a lovelier
hymn
Most High
flower,
bride to be,
for
an hour,
fade in misery,
Eternity profound
Was
"5
DELPHICA
FROM GERARD DE NERVAL
DAPHNE, do you remember this old strain,
Under the sycamore or laurel white,
Or
blown willows
olives, myrtles, or
Do
light,
The
The
cavern, death to
Where
They
Time
you
still
many
would
bite,
a wreckless wight,
will bring
And
Sleeps
still
And
Roman mien
portal,
MIGNON S SONG
FROM GOETHE
KNOWEST
The
myrtle
still
would, Beloved,
Knowest thou
rise.
Thither, thither,
we might
go together.
The
And
is
columned walls ?
in its halls,
at
me
"Unhappy child,
would,
my
saviour,
we might go
"7
together.
?"
Knowest thou
The mule
The
dragon
Plunges the
and over
Our way
way amid
ancient brood
cliff,
Father,
its
it
is
cloudy tryst
the mist,
in the cave,
the wave.
Thither, thither
let
us go together
SONG
FROM HEINE
HE
Hoary of
The
lonely olden
Married a maiden
He was
Yellow
He
a page in
had died.
monarch
bride.
Maytime,
was his mien.
Knowest thou
So
full
of sweet, so
full
of woe
They
They
TO ZANTE
FROM UGO FOSCOLO
NE
ER
Where was
Zante,
Of
delivered
who
Greek
the
my
body young,
sea,
At her
first
For thy
smile,
whence
clear clouds
and
is
all
fatal
still
a tongue
The
there
who sung
fair
Thou
From
st
weep upon.
Upon
thou
mother,
Speaks about
now
me
And
I
to reach
know
at
you
my
life
am
trying,
tempestuously,
Unto
home.
rest.
dumb
And
me come
my brother, sighing
so gentle years the fallen bloom.
thy grave,
Of thy
Our
if I
the
bosom of
is left
bones of
me
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