Only the great white moon

In the empty heaven heard.
The fountain sang and sang

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

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.
RIVERS TO THE SEA

The fountain sang and sang
The things one cannot tell,

The dreaming peacocks stirred
And the gleaming dew-drops fell.

THE ROSE
BENEATH my chamber window

Pierrot was singing, singing;
I heard his lute the whole night thru

Until the east was red.
Alas, alas, Pierrot,

I had no rose for flinging
Save one that drank my tears for dew

Before its leaves were dead.
I found it in the darkness,

I kissed it once and threw it,
The petals scattered over him,

His song was turned to joy;
And he will never know--

Alas, the one who knew it!--
The rose was plucked when dusk was dim

Beside a laughing boy.
DREAMS

I GAVE my life to another lover,
I gave my love, and all, and all--

But over a dream the past will hover,
Out of a dream the past will call.

I tear myself from sleep with a shiver
But on my breast a kiss is hot,

And by my bed the ghostly giver
Is waiting tho' I see him not.

"I AM NOT YOURS "
I AM not yours, not lost in you,

Not lost, altho' I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,

Lost as a snow-flake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still

A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be

Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love--put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,

A taper in a rushing wind.
PIERROT'S SONG

(For a picture by Dugald Walker)
LADY, light in the east hangs low,

Draw your veils of dream apart,
Under the casement stands Pierrot

Making a song to ease his heart.
(Yet do not break the song too soon--

I love to sing in the paling moon.)
The petals are falling, heavy with dew,

The stars have fainted out of the sky,
Come to me, come, or else I too,

Faint with the weight of love will die.
(She comes--alas, I hoped to make

Another stanza for her sake!)
NIGHT IN ARIZONA

THE moon is a charring ember
Dying into the dark;

Off in the crouching mountains
Coyotes bark.

The stars are heavy in heaven,
Too great for the sky to hold--

What if they fell and shattered
The earth with gold?

No lights are over the mesa,
The wind is hard and wild,

I stand at the darkened window
And cry like a child.

DUSK IN WAR TIME
A HALF-HOUR more and you will lean

To gather me close in the old sweet way--
But oh, to the woman over the sea

Who will come at the close of day?
A half-hour more and I will hear

The key in the latch and the strong quick tread--
But oh, the woman over the sea

Waiting at dusk for one who is dead!
SPRING IN WAR TIME

I FEEL the Spring far off, far off,
The faint far scent of bud and leaf--

Oh how can Spring take heart to come
To a world in grief,

Deep grief?
The sun turns north, the days grow long,

Later the evening star grows bright--
How can the daylightlinger on

For men to fight,
Still fight?

The grass is waking in the ground,
Soon it will rise and blow in waves--

How can it have the heart to sway
Over the graves,

New graves?
RIVERS TO THE SEA

Under the boughs where lovers walked
The apple-blooms will shed their breath--

But what of all the lovers now
Parted by death,

Gray Death?
WHILE I MAY

WIND and hail and veering rain,
Driven mist that veils the day,

Soul's distress and body's pain,
I would bear you while I may.

I would love you if I might,
For so soon my life will be

Buried in a lasting night,
Even pain denied to me.

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 little open gate

That led thru heaven's wall.
FROM THE NORTH

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The lake is folded softly by the shore,

But I am restless for the subway's roar,
The thunder and the hurrying of feet.

I try to sleep, but still my eyelids beat
Against the image of the tower that bore

Me high aloft, as if thru heaven's door
I watched the world from God's unshaken seat.

I would go back and breathe with quickened sense
The tunnel's strong hot breath of powdered steel;

But at the ferries I should leave the tense
Dark air behind, and I should mount and be

One among many who are thrilled to feel
The first keen sea-breath from the open sea.

THE LIGHTS OF NEW YORK
THE lightning spun your garment for the night

Of silver filaments with fire shot thru,
A broidery of lamps that lit for you

The steadfastsplendor of enduring light.
The moon drifts dimly in the heaven's height,

Watching with wonder how the earth she knew
That lay so long wrapped deep in dark and dew,

Should wear upon her breast a star so white.
The festivals of Babylon were dark

With flaring flambeaux that the wind blew down;
The Saturnalia were a wild boy's lark

With rain-quenched torches dripping thru the town--
But you have found a god and filched from him

A fire that neither wind nor rain can dim.
SEA LONGING

A THOUSAND miles beyond this sun-steeped wall
Somewhere the waves creep cool along the sand,

The ebbing tide forsakes the listless land
With the old murmur, long and musical;

The windy waves mount up and curve and fall,
And round the rocks the foam blows up like snow,--

Tho' I am inland far, I hear and know,
For I was born the sea's eternal thrall.

I would that I were there and over me
The cold insistence of the tide would roll,

Quenching this burning thing men call the soul,--
Then with the ebbing I should drift and be

Less than the smallest shell along the shoal,
Less than the sea-gulls calling to the sea.

THE RIVER
I CAME from the sunny valleys

And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its gray expanses

My peace would come to me.
I came at last to the ocean

And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the windless valleys,

"Be kind and take me back!"
But the thirsty tide ran inland,

And the salt waves drank of me,
And I who was fresh as the rainfall

Am bitter as the sea.
LEAVES

ONE by one, like leaves from a tree,
All my faiths have forsaken me;

But the stars above my head
Burn in white and delicate red,

And beneath my feet the earth
Brings the sturdy grass to birth.

I who was content to be
But a silken-singing tree,

But a rustle of delight
In the wistful heart of night--

I have lost the leaves that knew
Touch of rain and weight of dew.

• fountain [´fauntin] n.泉水；源泉；根源 (初中英语单词)
• marble [´mɑ:bəl] n.大理石 a.大理石的 (初中英语单词)
• waiting [´weitiŋ] n.等候；伺候 (初中英语单词)
• plunge [plʌndʒ] v.插进 n.投入；冲击 (初中英语单词)
• stanza [´stænzə] n.(诗的)节 (初中英语单词)
• daylight [´deilait] n.日光；黎明 (初中英语单词)
• linger [´liŋgə] v.逗留；留恋；拖延 (初中英语单词)
• distress [di´stres] n.痛苦 vt.使苦恼 (初中英语单词)
• softly [´sɔftli] ad.软化地；柔和地 (初中英语单词)
• restless [´restləs] a.没有休息的 (初中英语单词)
• thunder [´θʌndə] n.雷 vi.打雷 vt.吼出 (初中英语单词)
• breath [breθ] n.呼吸；气息 (初中英语单词)
• lightning [´laitniŋ] n.闪电 a.突然的 (初中英语单词)
• garment [´gɑ:mənt] n.衣服，外衣 (初中英语单词)
• splendor [´splendə] n.壮丽 =splendour (初中英语单词)
• eternal [i´tə:nəl] a.永远的；永恒的 (初中英语单词)
• delicate [´delikət] a.精美的；微妙的 (初中英语单词)
• rustle [´rʌsl] v.&n.(使)沙沙作响 (初中英语单词)
• chamber [´tʃeimbə] n.房间；议院；会议室 (高中英语单词)
• tempest [´tempist] n.暴风雨 (高中英语单词)
• lasting [´lɑ:stiŋ] a.持久的；永远的 (高中英语单词)
• inland [´inlənd, in´lænd] a.&n.内地的 ad.在内地 (高中英语单词)
• sturdy [´stə:di] a.坚强的；坚定的 (高中英语单词)
• casement [,keismənt] n.窗扉 (英语四级单词)
• delicately [´delikitli] ad.精美地；微妙地 (英语四级单词)
• wistful [´wistfəl] a.渴望的；不满足的 (英语四级单词)
• dreamy [´dri:mi] a.心不在焉的；朦胧的 (英语六级单词)
• ghostly [´gəustli] a.鬼的；朦胧的 (英语六级单词)
• half-hour [´hɑ:f-auə] n.&a.(每)三十分钟的 (英语六级单词)
• steadfast [´stedfɑ:st, -fæst] a.坚定的，不动摇的 (英语六级单词)
• enduring [in´djuəriŋ] a.持久的 (英语六级单词)
• insistence [in´sistəns] n.坚持；坚决主张 (英语六级单词)
• calling [´kɔ:liŋ] n.点名；职业；欲望 (英语六级单词)
• forsaken [fə´seik] forsake的过去分词 (英语六级单词)