IWOKE from middle sleep, alarmed to see On every side immense obscurity.
I heard Time's serpent, coiled within the clock,
Make loosening rearrangement of his rings.
I feared: I thought of transitory things;
Blood paused: the heart was momentary rock. [...]
ON A SINGING GIRLRemembering Elinor Wylie
What hand has hushed The singing throat And latched the lips Forever to the note
Of song? Was it
The wind that came
Her way and turned
To frost the spirit's proud poised flame?
The fragile flesh,
The blood, a [...]
Knowing i cannot fetter flood
Or flame; or hold away from bud
And bloom the frost's white war, his trace
Of pale destruction; knowing to place
In leash the wind's swift silver hounds Requires more power than abounds
Within these hands, or ever [...]
O wise were they who warned this brief Remembering flesh—that as the leaf
Forsakes the limb to be made one With dust; as April's resurrection
Is brought to ruin and robbed of bud And bird; and as the frantic flood
Is hushed by winter's brittle brea [...]
O grief has ploughed my heart
Again and again,
And deeply furrowed it
For planting Pain. . . .
I wonder if a time
Will come when there
Is Winter, and my scarred,
Tired heart will bear
No harvest, but will sleep
Like a Wi [...]
By such small things we die:
Goliath died by only this—
A stone; and Judas by the glint
Of silver coins; Christ by a kiss. . . .
O Heart, Heart, you lie slain again!
Must Beauty crucify you still
With just the silver sl [...]
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