Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
The bell-rope that gathers God at dawn
Dispatches me as though I dropped down the knell
There are never any suicides in the quarter among people one knows
No successful suicides.
The murmurs ebb; onto the stage I enter.
I am trying, standing in the door,
Peace, good reader, do not weep;
Peace, the lovers are asleep.
We each of us have a good "alibi"
For being down here in the "joint"
I HAVE walked a great while over the snow,
And I am not tall nor strong.
All fled--all done, so lift me on the pyre;
The feast is over, and the lamps expire.
koii ummiid bar nahii.n aatii
koii suurat nazar nahii.n aatii
THE CRAB, the bullace, and the sloe,
They burgeon in the Spring;
Many red devils ran from my heart
And out upon the page,
How would you have us, as we are? Or sinking 'neath the load we bear?
Darkest clouds of blackest Hades, Whirling onward into space;
Hair-braided chestnut, coiled like a lyncher's rope,
A suicide in front of a mirror.
A frightened soul.
Burgum, I thank thee, thou hast let me see
That Bristol has impress'd her stamp on thee,
THOU art my love
And thou art the peace of sundown
Sometimes at night through the shadowy trees
She rides along on a winter breeze.
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night,
On the tombs that lie scatter'd below:
One ought not to have to care
So much as you and I
Within my house of patterned horn
I sleep in such a bed
I go out in the grey evening
In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation.
WHEN Orpheus with his wind-swift fingers
Ripples the strings that gleam like rain,
She marched across the floor of hell;
And all the damned stood up to see.
Listen thou, my foul heart,
Heart of a human beast
My mournful soul, you, sorrowing
For all my friends around,
Eternal brood the shadows on this ground, Dreaming of centuries that have gone before;
An angry angel hurled from the heavenly height
Drumroll alarms onto the sombre earth,
Holy ecstasy-swans on great glad Waters
Seize me, but in vain.
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