Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time's w
Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,
Bid adieu to girlish days,
Happy Love is come to woo
Thee and woo thy gi
Go seek her out all courteously,
And say I come,
Wind of spices whose song is ever
Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -
Goldbrown upon the sated flood
The rockvine clusters lift and sway;
Vast wings above the lambent w
Because your voice was at my side
I gave him pain,
Because within my hand I held
Your hand aga
Of the dark past
A child is born;
With joy and grief
My heart is torn.
Calm in his cradle
The eyes that mock me sign the way
Whereto I pass at eve of day.
Grey way whose violet signals
All day I hear the noise of waters
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful --
They mouth love's language. Gnash
The thirteen teeth
Your lean jaws grin with. Lash
Your itch and
Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
There's a ponderous pundit MacHugh
Who wears goggles of ebony hue.
As he mostly sees double
He who hath glory lost, nor hath
Found any soul to fellow his,
Among his foes in scorn and wrath
Bright cap and streamers,
He sings in the hollow:
Come follow, come follow,
All you that love.
I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Are you not weary of ardent ways,
Lure of the fallen seraphim?
Tell no more of enchanted days.
Come, give, yield all your strength to me!
From far a low word breathes on the breaking bra
The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
My dove, my beautiful one,
The night-dew lies
Upon my lips and eyes.
At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night w
From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
From love's deep slumber and from death,
For lo! the treees ar