When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full...
The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I...
I am in love with high far-seeing places
That look on plains half-sunlight and half-storm,
In love with hours when from the circling faces
Veils pass, and laughing fellowship...
To be able to see every side of every question;
To be on every side, to be everything, to be nothing long;
To pervert truth, to ride it...
Like a young child who to his mother’s door
Runs eager for the welcoming embrace,
And finds the door shut, and with troubled face
Calls and through sobbing calls,...
Be patient, Life, when Love is at the gate,
And when he enters let him be at home.
Think of the roads that he has had to roam.
What do I owe to you
Who loved me deep and long?
You never gave my spirits wings
Nor gave my heart a song.
But oh, to him I loved,
Lord Gabriel, wilt thou not rejoice
When at last a little boy’s
Cheek lies heavy as a rose,
And his eyelids close?...
There was a strangeness on your lips,
Lips that had been so sure;
You still were mine but in eclipse,
Beside me but obscure....
A blue-black Nubian plucking oranges
At Jaffa by a sea of malachite,
In red tarboosh, green sash, and flowing white
Burnous—among the shadowy memories
That haunt me yet by these...
The little white prayers
Of Elspeth Fry
Float up the arches
Into the sky.
A little black bird
On the belfry high
Pecks at them
As they go by.