A Life: Collected Poems |
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... architecture of the winter moon : O moving light , be to me A symbol of eternity Across the fragile facets of the world Where mortal shapes escape the hold And turn to shadows ; where all things pass As on a moveless sea of glass .
... architecture of the winter moon : O moving light , be to me A symbol of eternity Across the fragile facets of the world Where mortal shapes escape the hold And turn to shadows ; where all things pass As on a moveless sea of glass .
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... alert , enquiring at an unfamiliar noise , the combed and harrowed fields , moving shadows , the bright sun upon hands , the open page of a book : Marsh Gibbon and people asleep in the compartment , the plume of smoke moving across ...
... alert , enquiring at an unfamiliar noise , the combed and harrowed fields , moving shadows , the bright sun upon hands , the open page of a book : Marsh Gibbon and people asleep in the compartment , the plume of smoke moving across ...
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Of spring , of moving wings and flowers Shooting from the earth - bound soil , Of birds calling in the grove , Calls him to awake and live . This is Lazarus : this is he Whom Jesus loved , over whom He wept when they had laid him in the ...
Of spring , of moving wings and flowers Shooting from the earth - bound soil , Of birds calling in the grove , Calls him to awake and live . This is Lazarus : this is he Whom Jesus loved , over whom He wept when they had laid him in the ...
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Preface | 1 |
The Shadows on the Glass | 7 |
Idea | 10 |
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afternoon autumn beauty bells Beneath birds blue body break child church clear clouds comes corner dark dead death door dream eyes face fall familiar fear fields fingers flowers follow garden gate gathered girl golden gone green grey hand happiness head hear heart hedge hill hold hope hour human knew land lane late leaves light lived look lost memory mind moon morning moving never night once pain pass peace Perhaps Poems quiet remember ringing rise river road round runs scent secret sense shadow silence singing sleep sound spring stand stirs stone strange street suddenly summer Sunday things thought trees turn valley voices waiting walk walls watch wind window winter woods young