O water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand,
All night long crying with a mournful cry,
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I have loved colours, and not flowers;
Their motion, not the swallows wings;
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As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain,
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Miraculous silver-work in stone
Against the blue miraculous skies,
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IT was a day of sun and rain,
Uncertain as a child’s swift moods;
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White-robed against the threefold white
Of shutter, glass and curtains' lace,
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The wind is rising on the sea,
The windy white foam-dancers leap;
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The little painted angels flit,
See, down the narrow staircase, where
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The pool glitters, the fishes leap in the sun
With joyous fins, and dive in the pool again;
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I heard the sighing of the reed
In the grey pool in the green land,
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The grey-green stretch of sandy grass,
Indefinitely desolate;
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Here in the little room
You sleep the sleep of innocent tired youth,
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Emmy's exquisite youth and her virginal air,
Eyes and teeth in the flash of a musical smile,
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The gipsy tents are on the down,
The gipsy girls are here;
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There are some hours when I seem so indifferent; all things fade
To an indifferent greyness, like that grey of the sky;
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Behind the door, beyond the light,
Who is it waits there in the night?
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The fountain murmuring of sleep,
A drowsy tune;
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But to have lain upon the grass
One perfect day, one perfect hour,
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My life is like a music-hall,
Where, in the impotence of rage,
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Twitched strings, the clang of metal, beaten drums,
Dull, shrill, continuous, disquieting:
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Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses?
How soft is this one, how subtle this is,
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I have laid sorrow to sleep;
Love sleeps.
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I am the torch, she saith, and what to me If the moth die of me? I am the flame
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Peace waits among the hills;
I have drunk peace,
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The light of our cigarettes
Went and came in the gloom:
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Shake out your hair about me, so,
That I may feel the stir and scent
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Why is it I remember yet
You, of all women one has met
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They weave a slow andante as in sleep,
Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white;
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That day a fire was in my blood;
I could have sung: joy wrapt me round;
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The boats go out and the boats come in
Under the wintry sky;
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