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- He had been singing—but I had not heard his voice;
He had been weaving lovely dreams of song66 lines - I left the throbbing city's thundering mart
For the great patience that the hills impart,6 lines - The brooding hours, through the dull afternoon,
Pause, while a torrid sun flames in the sky.18 lines - That in your absence I can feel this thrill
Pulsing my inmost soul; that I can know8 lines - How shall I know her, God, in that great world,
After the grief of this is past and gone?17 lines - So hard I strove to crowd you from my heart,
You who once loved, but love me now no more;16 lines - Loud on my roof the regiments of rain
March with their old insistence, and I hear8 lines - I have made empty all my heart for you!
I have shut out the mad noise of the world,19 lines - When Spring, with blossom-haunted lanes,
With sudden gusts of rippling rains,13 lines - She died when dawn was sweeping o'er the land,
When morning-glories lit the gleaming wall;13 lines - I have heard the roar and clamor through the city's crowded ways
Of the never-ending pageant moving down the busy days--38 lines - How silently the years in long procession,
Come gliding down the corridors of Time to us!22 lines - I count the days, beloved; but not those
When you are absent, though my heart well knows11 lines - This was my dream in May--to have one bloom,
Fragrant with apple-scent and Springtide rain,16 lines - Back of his splendid song, O think of the songs unsung!
Back of his painted dreams, the dreams that he never reveals!10 lines - There are things, I know, that are sad and strange,
As the world swings round in the old-time way;25 lines - Who loves all beauty loves beyond that we see;
The gods give him a vision doubly blest;8 lines - I said, "Love laughs at Time," before I knew
The perfect joy of wholly loving you;8 lines - She knew that Love was dying--not so much
When Love's dear eyes were closed and blind to her,3 lines - Share not thy joy with me, O friend the best,
Thou may'st forget me then--I shall not care;3 lines - The host of flakes that float thro' leafless trees
When pale December reigns in Autumn's stead,3 lines - High on the hills, the miser, Autumn sits,
Hoarding his wondrous wealth of treasured gold;3 lines - She leaves upon our brows her written sign,
Where all may read, inscribed with perfect art;3 lines - She said to him, "Unless, when I am dead
From out the green sod of my lowly grave13 lines - Pale flowers are you, that scarce have known the sun!
Your little faces like sad blossoms seem,13 lines - Down his great corridors of sumptuous sound
Today I wandered once again. Each word13 lines - If this be friendship--that one broken hour
(O fragile link in all the loving years!)13 lines - Like moonstones drooping from a fair queen's ears
The pale lights seem--8 lines - The sun has gone, and from the ferryboat
That like a golden worm crawls through the night,8 lines - There are green islands in the city sea,
Where all day long, the endless, passionate waves13 lines - (Being Certain Fragments from Scheherazade's Songs in "The Thousand and One Nights")
O Queen of Beauty, who hast conquered kings,130 lines - You who are wise today,
What of your knowledge when life's little play31 lines
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