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Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
Michael Robartes and the Dancer , 1921. Easter 1916
O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head
You'd know the folly of being comforted.
You'd know the folly of being comforted.
In the Seven Woods, 1904. The Folly of Being Comforted
In courtesy I'd have her chiefly learned;
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned.
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned.
Michael Robartes and the Dancer, 1921. A Prayer for My Daughter
Land of Heart's Desire
Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,
But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.
Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,
But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.
The Land of Heart's Desire, 1894
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy kind delight.
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy kind delight.
In the Seven Woods, 1904. Never Give All the Heart
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the plowman, splashing the wintry mold,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the plowman, splashing the wintry mold,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
The Wind Among the Reeds, 1899, The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart
What shall I do with this absurdity
O heart, O troubled heart this caricature,
Decrepit age that has been tied to me
As to a dog's tail?
Never had I more
Excited, passionate, fantastical
Imagination, nor an ear and eye
That more expected the impossible.
O heart, O troubled heart this caricature,
Decrepit age that has been tied to me
As to a dog's tail?
Never had I more
Excited, passionate, fantastical
Imagination, nor an ear and eye
That more expected the impossible.
The Tower, 1928. The Tower
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Reluctance, 1913
Something the heart must have to cherish,
Must love and joy and sorrow learn;
Something with passion clasp, or perish
And in itself to ashes burn.
Must love and joy and sorrow learn;
Something with passion clasp, or perish
And in itself to ashes burn.
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