In wisdom first, to proudly reign Philosopher and king, the same And leading captives in your train. O son of combat, turn again; Your first love calls you: counsel, thought, You traded them, and dearly bought Your flesh, your satisfaction, won And at what cost is all this done? A…
I have indeed loved deeper still Before my mem'ry let you go, And cast about for barren thrill. I have indeed loved deeper still, And I will love again. I will. My calloused heart will overflow; I have indeed loved deeper still Before my mem'ry let…
The love of wisdom is no love per se. It acts like dusty, passionless old tomes And gives no warmth of moonlit nights to they Who bade fair wisdom call their hearts her home. For rather, philosophe, you dwell on ink And put to death vitality and comb The nits…
I will not reach my best before I die. Perhaps upon my passing, I'll confer A greater worth to all my pen supplied And maybe one or two will be preferred By readers who come after. But not yet-- Oh no, I've miles to go before…
One sonnet from the hands that raise, alive One syllable, one word, one turn of phrase Like rolling waves, the moments, they arrive-- Like light and life crescendoed on for days. So strike, composer, notes, and wave your hand Through music in the air. And raise your eyes You dancers…
Your silence holds the earth in stark white snow Already fallen, sleeping in her bliss. We're unaware of fire's long-burning glow Deeper than the solid earth's abyss. For down below the demons wrestle. Woe. You have betrayed the mountain with a kiss. You hear…
Merry, merry England has kissed the lips of June: All the wings of fairyland were here beneath the moon, Like a flight of rose-leaves fluttering in a mist Of opal and ruby and pearl and amethyst. Come away in twilight and let the echo ring We haven't any…
These vast expanses broader than the skies And deeper than the ocean, just as blue Are unobtainable from where the view Is struck by light and hidden from my eyes. Oh marvels of the farthest-reaching space, Oh nebulae, oh planets, ancient stars, Already naked eyes have fought such wars To…