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Hace 3 días · Our Master lies asleep and is at rest; His Heart has ceased to bleed, His Eye to weep. The sun ashamed has dropt down in the west; Our Master lies asleep. Now we are they who weep, and trembling keep. Vigil, with wrung heart in a sighing breast, While slow time creeps, and slow the shadows creep. Renew Thy youth, as eagle from the nest;
Hace 5 días · Longing and love, pangs of a perished pleasure, Longing and love, a disenkindled fire, And memory a bottomless gulf of mire, And love a fount of tears outrunning measure; Oh vanity of vanities, desire! Now from my heart, love's deathbed, trickles, trickles, Drop by drop slowly, drop by drop of fire, The dross of life, of love, of spent desire;
Hace 4 días · What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow: What are brief? today and tomorrow: What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth: What are deep? the ocean and truth.
16 de may. de 2024 · Love Lies Bleeding. Love that is dead and buried, yesterday. Out of his grave rose up before my face, No recognition in his look, no trace. Of memory in his eyes dust -dimmed and grey. While I, remembering, found no word to say,
Hace 3 días · Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their heads. The wind is passing by. Christina Rossetti. Rate: (1) Poem topics: wind, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme. Submit Spanish Translation.
Hace 2 días · Swollen with sap, put forth their shoots; Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane; Birds sing and pair again. There is no time like Spring, When life's alive in everything, Before new nestlings sing, Before cleft swallows speed their journey back. Along the trackless track,-.
Hace 1 día · Looking Forward. Sleep, let me sleep, for my pain wearies me. Soft as the whisper of a Summer sea. And primroses that open to the moon. The hills, and the wind blows it back again.-. Of happy days that shall return no more. Only the longing that must end in nought.
