A Life: Collected Poems |
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But if a shadow now should wake and stir This room to movement , and my heart to fear ... A sudden flash of the eyes , as a bird takes cover ... The room resumes its quiet homeliness , And nothing stirs in the night's lone distances .
But if a shadow now should wake and stir This room to movement , and my heart to fear ... A sudden flash of the eyes , as a bird takes cover ... The room resumes its quiet homeliness , And nothing stirs in the night's lone distances .
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Summer Gale The midnight summer wind that stirs the blinds , Stirs now the shutters in the village street : The moonlit houses lift their lidded eyes To where the risen moon , drawn anchor , sets Her golden sail above the glow - worm ...
Summer Gale The midnight summer wind that stirs the blinds , Stirs now the shutters in the village street : The moonlit houses lift their lidded eyes To where the risen moon , drawn anchor , sets Her golden sail above the glow - worm ...
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All things germinate : The almond - tree begins to flower , And by the water - side The tadpole crocuses Leap out of the ground : So many drops of sperm Ejaculated out of the spawn Wherein the new life stirs ; Here the phallic beauty of ...
All things germinate : The almond - tree begins to flower , And by the water - side The tadpole crocuses Leap out of the ground : So many drops of sperm Ejaculated out of the spawn Wherein the new life stirs ; Here the phallic beauty of ...
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