Your Eyes
Your eyes—
Dark pools, so calm and deep,
A thousand ages in them sleep,
A dreaming world within them lies,
And all my hopes
Of paradise!
Romantic poems
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Ecstasy
Not less than this, beloved,
This beaming, highmost ray
That sweeps in royal splendor
Across our perfect day.
Not less than this,—far rather
That we should say “adieu,”
With every rose in Eden
Abloom for me and you.
I Want to Die While You Love Me
I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.
I want to die while you love me
And bear to that still bed
Your kisses—turbulent, unspent,
To warm me when I’m dead.
I want to die while you love me
Oh, who would care to live,
’Til love has nothing more to ask
And nothing more to give.
Envoys
Love calls me tonight
In the beat of the rain
Through the cold little drops
On my bare window-pane;
Calls and calls through the dark
Like a whispered refrain
Tapping soft on my heart
Through the bare window pane.
Autumn
Believe me—when I say
That love like yours, at this belated hour,
Overwhelms me,—
Stills the fount of thought!
I move as one new-born—
And strange to swift transitions
As from my prison door
I gaze
Into a blinding sunlight!
Beach Cabin
I dreamed you were the sea ;
I dreamed you pounded
With foamy fists, the sad face of the shore.
Waking, I lay beneath you,
And the room resounded
With the hoarse fury of the mounting ocean's roar.
Spring Touch
How tender-mad the little meadows lie!
The wobbling lambs are tasting milky weeds,
The tipsy trees
Are leaned like foam on green, wind-gullied seas;
The pale moth flutters where the pale moth leads,
And you, swimming the sky
Waist deep in surf of apple-blossoms — I,
Sweet to your thigh,
Take the new tingle of your froth of seeds.
Poet in the Basement
Only to tell your loveliness — this love :
Only to tell
Pain's odor, beauty-burning miracle
Of my surrender !
Late I flew . . .
But ever arrow-straight
I fly now from the shade that falls — that fell
Lightly on you,
On me with a wave's weight.
Oh, I must go : this city has a spell
I never gave it leave to have. Still, still to tell
The weaving of your footsteps on the stairs
With my slow-dropping love for you that wears
Cold stone I want my heart for — still I stay.
Put out the stars. Give me another day
Only to tell.
The Loon's Cry
Outside the tent
Darkness and giant trees swaying in the wind.
The lake is moaning in its troubled sleep.
And far across the lazy lapping waves,
Above the crooning of the wind,
I hear a wild loon crying,
Like a weary soul alone on the dark water.
Inside the tent
Your gentle breathing,
Untroubled by crooning wind or wailing loon;
Your face is lighted by the embers of the fire.
Fainter and farther away echoes the loon's cry,
But now it is only the voice of Loneliness
Bidding me farewell,
As it passes away into the night.
You stir in your sleep softly
Japanese Love-Songs 5
Hush of night. Perfumed breath of night.
A moth with flaming wings.
Come beloved.
Japanese Love-Songs 4
Darkness. Shadows in my soul.
The vision of your face.
Dawn and music.
Japanese Love-Songs 1
The white lotus-flower
Grows in the depths of the pool,
Love grows in my heart.
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