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Never fear though it break your heart --
Out of the wound new joy will start;

Only love proudly and gladly and well,
Though love be heaven or love be hell.

Child, child, love while you may,
For life is short as a happy day;

Never fear the thing you feel --
Only by love is life made real;

Love, for the deadly sins are seven,
Only through love will you enter heaven.

Love Me
Brown-thrush singing all day long

In the leaves above me,
Take my love this April song,

"Love me, love me, love me!"
When he harkens what you say,

Bid him, lest he miss me,
Leave his work or leave his play,

And kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!
Pierrot

Pierrot stands in the garden
Beneath a waning moon,

And on his lute he fashions
A fragile silver tune.

Pierrot plays in the garden,
He thinks he plays for me,

But I am quite forgotten
Under the cherry tree.

Pierrot plays in the garden,
And all the roses know

That Pierrot loves his music, --
But I love Pierrot.

Wild Asters
In the spring I asked the daisies

If his words were true,
And the clever, clear-eyed daisies

Always knew.
Now the fields are brown and barren,

Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the stupid asters

Not one knows.
The Song for Colin

I sang a song at dusking time
Beneath the evening star,

And Terence left his latest rhyme
To answer from afar.

Pierrot laid down his lute to weep,
And sighed, "She sings for me."

But Colin slept a careless sleep
Beneath an apple tree.

Four Winds
"Four winds blowing through the sky,

You have seen poor maidens die,
Tell me then what I shall do

That my lover may be true."
Said the wind from out the south,

"Lay no kiss upon his mouth,"
And the wind from out the west,

"Wound the heart within his breast,"
And the wind from out the east,

"Send him empty from the feast,"
And the wind from out the north,

"In the tempestthrust him forth;
When thou art more cruel than he,

Then will Love be kind to thee."
Debt

What do I owe to you
Who loved me deep and long?

You never gave my spirit wings
Or gave my heart a song.

But oh, to him I loved,
Who loved me not at all,

I owe the open gate
That led through heaven's wall.

Faults
They came to tell your faults to me,

They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,

I knew them all so well before, --
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see

Your faults had made me love you more.
Buried Love

I have come to bury Love
Beneath a tree,

In the forest tall and black
Where none can see.

I shall put no flowers at his head,
Nor stone at his feet,

For the mouth I loved so much
Was bittersweet.

I shall go no more to his grave,
For the woods are cold.

I shall gather as much of joy
As my hands can hold.

I shall stay all day in the sun
Where the wide winds blow, --

But oh, I shall cry at night
When none will know.

The Fountain
All through the deep blue night

The fountain sang alone;
It sang to the drowsy heart

Of the satyr carved in stone.
The fountain sang and sang,

But the satyr never stirred --
Only the great white moon

In the empty heaven heard.
The fountain sang and sang

While on the marble rim
The milk-white peacocks slept,

And their dreams were strange and dim.
Bright dew was on the grass,

And on the ilex, dew,
The dreamy milk-white birds

Were all a-glisten, too.
The fountain sang and sang

The things one cannot tell;
The dreaming peacocks stirred

And the gleaming dew-drops fell.
I Shall Not Care

When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,

Though you should lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough,

And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now.

After Parting
Oh, I have sown my love so wide

That he will find it everywhere;
It will awake him in the night,

It will enfold him in the air.
I set my shadow in his sight

And I have winged it with desire,
That it may be a cloud by day,

And in the night a shaft of fire.
A Prayer

Until I lose my soul and lie
Blind to the beauty of the earth,

Deaf though shouting wind goes by,
Dumb in a storm of mirth;

Until my heart is quenched at length
And I have left the land of men,

Oh, let me love with all my strength
Careless if I am loved again.

Spring Night
The park is filled with night and fog,

The veils are drawn about the world,
The drowsy lights along the paths

Are dim and pearled.
Gold and gleaming the empty streets,

Gold and gleaming the misty lake,
The mirrored lights like sunken swords,

Glimmer and shake.
Oh, is it not enough to be

Here with this beauty over me?
My throat should ache with praise, and I

Should kneel in joy beneath the sky.
O, beauty, are you not enough?

Why am I crying after love,
With youth, a singing voice, and eyes

To take earth's wonder with surprise?
Why have I put off my pride,

Why am I unsatisfied, --
I, for whom the pensive night

Binds her cloudy hair with light, --
I, for whom all beauty burns

Like incense in a million urns?
O beauty, are you not enough?

Why am I crying after love?
May Wind

I said, "I have shut my heart
As one shuts an open door,

That Love may starve therein
And trouble me no more."

But over the roofs there came
The wet new wind of May,

And a tune blew up from the curb
Where the street-pianos play.

My room was white with the sun
And Love cried out in me,

"I am strong, I will break your heart
Unless you set me free."

Tides
Love in my heart was a fresh tide flowing

Where the starlike sea gulls soar;
The sun was keen and the foam was blowing

High on the rocky shore.
But now in the dusk the tide is turning,

Lower the sea gulls soar,
And the waves that rose in resistless yearning

Are broken forevermore.
After Love

There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,

You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.

You were the wind and I the sea --
There is no splendor any more,

I have grown listless as the pool


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