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All the panes are hung with frost Wild wizard-work of silver lace. - [Frost] All's one to her; above her fan she'd make sweet eyes to Caliban. - [Coquette] For the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain Shrunk in the wind--and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain. - [Electricity] There is a sadness in sweet sound That quickens tears. - [Music] They fail, and they alone, who have not striven. - [Failure] True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation. - [Art] What is a day to an immortal soul! A breath, no more. - [Day] But when the sun in all his state, Illumed the eastern skies, She passed through glory's morning gate, And walked in Paradise. - A Death Bed [Death] What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air. - A Shadow of the Night [Beauty] Have you not heard the poets tell How came the dainty Baby Bell Into this world of ours? - Baby Bell [Babyhood] We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain Shrunk in the wind,--and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain. - Before the Rain [Rain] Upon the cunning loom of thought We weave our fancies, so and so. - Cloth of Gold--Prelude [Thought] Day is a snow-white Dove of heaven That from the East glad message brings. - Day and Night [Day] Night is a stealthy, evil Raven, Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings. - Day and Night [Night] Only the sea intoning, Only the wainscot-mouse, Only the wild wind moaning Over the lonely house. - December [December] These Winter nights against my window-pane Nature with busy pencil draws designs Of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines, Oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines, Which she will make when summer comes again-- Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold, Like curious Chinese etchings. - Frost-Work [Winter] When friends are at your hearthside met, Sweet courtesy has done its most If you have made each guest forget That he himself is not the host. - Hospitality [Hospitality] What probing deep Has ever solved the mystery of sleep? - Human Ignorance [Sleep] Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space, In twilight land, in no man's land, Two hurrying shapes met face to face And bade each other stand. "And who are you?" cried one, a-gape, Shuddering in the glimmering light. "I know not," said the second shape, "I only died last night." - Identity [Death] But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait At the portcullis, at thy castle gate, Longing to see the charmed door of dreams Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep! - Invocation to Sleep [Sleep] October turned by maple's leaves to gold; The most are gone now; here and there one lingers; Soon these will slip from the twig's weak hold, Like coins between a dying miser's fingers. - Maple Leaves [October] Hebe's here, May is here! The air is fresh and sunny; And the miser-bees are busy Hoarding golden honey. - May [May] We weep when we are born, Not when we die! - Metempsychosis [Tears] Good night! I have to say good night, To such a host of peerless things! - Palabras Carinosas [Parting] Till then, good-night! You wish the time were now? And I. You do not blush to wish it so? You would have blush'd yourself to death To own so much a year ago. What! both these snowy hands? ah, then I'll have to say, Good-night again. - Palabras Carinosas [Parting] Displaying page 1 of 2 for this author: Next >> [1] 2
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