To say of shame - what is it? Of virtue - we can miss it; Of sin-we can kiss it, And it's no longer sin.
Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.Collection: Body
Today will die tomorrow.Collection: Today
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.Collection: Spring
Fate is a sea without a shore, and the soul is a rock that abides.Collection: Fate
I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.Collection: Broken
I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.Collection: Dream
The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.Collection: Baby
Time stoops to no man's lure.Collection: Men
Let weakness learn meekness.Collection: Experience
Hope knows not if fear speaks truth, nor fear whether hope be blind as she.Collection: Hope
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.Collection: Time
There is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.Collection: Death
If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain We'd hunt down Love together, Pluck out his flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein; If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain.Collection: Queens
Fear that makes faith may break faith.Collection: Fear
A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet.Collection: Baby
In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part.Collection: Dream
His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.Collection: Life
Ask nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet.Collection: Sweet
There is no safety-net to protect against attraction.Collection: Wise
His speech is a burning fire.Collection: Fire
At the door of life by the gate of breath, There are worse things waiting for men than death.Collection: Life
I shall sleep, and move with the moving ships, Change as the winds change, veer in the tide.Collection: Moving
For whom all winds are quiet as the sun,/ All waters as the shore.Collection: Wind
The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty.Collection: Loyalty
I dore not always touch her, lest the kiss Leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss, Brief, bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin; Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.Collection: Sweet
My loss may shine yet goodlier than your gain When Time and God give judgment.Collection: Time
Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.Collection: Broken Heart
For words divide and rend But silence is most noble till the end.Collection: Silence
There grows No herb of help to heal a coward heart.Collection: Heart
The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog.Collection: Tadpoles
Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.Collection: Dream
The beast faith lives on its own dung.Collection: Atheism
Life is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day that we die.Collection: Dark
Fruits fail and love dies and time ranges;Thou art fed with perpetual breath, and alive after infinite changes,And fresh from the kisses of death,Of langours rekindled and rallied, Of barren delights and unclean,Things monstrous and fruitless, a pallidAnd poisonous queen.Collection: Art
The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.Collection: Spring
Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran .Collection: Time
And lo, between the sundawn and the sun His day's work and his night's work are undone: And lo, between the nightfall and the light, He is not, and none knoweth of such an one.Collection: Work
I will go back to the great sweet mother, Mother and lover of men, the sea. I will go down to her, I and no other, Close with her, kiss her and mix her with me.Collection: Mother
Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.Collection: Friendship
Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow.Collection: Sad