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...opera tune
Played upon a harpsichord;
Or like the sun-flooded silks
Of an eighteenth-century boudoir.
In your eyes
Smoulder the fallen roses of out-lived minutes,
And the perfume of your soul
Is vague and suffusing,
With the pungence of sealed spice-jars.
Your half-tones delight me,
And I grow mad with gazing
At your blent colours.
My vigour is a new-minted penny,
Which I cast at your feet.
Gather it up from the dust,
That its sparkle may amuse you....Read more of this...

...lines; 
With what designs? 

I forth afoot; but when I reach the place, 
Hardly a trace, 
Save the soft purple haze 
Of smouldering camp-fires, any hint betrays 
Who went these ways. 

Or tatters of pale aster blue, descried 
By the roadside, 
Reveal whither they fled; 
Or the swamp maples, here and there a shred 
Of Indian red. 

But most of all, the marvellous tapestry 
Engrosses me, 
Where such strange things are rife, 
Fancies of beasts and flowers, and love and s...Read more of this...

...ugh the roof and 
through the ceiling and
landed on my desk
  in the middle of 
the papers and things
undone
 to say it
smouldered would be
to become poetic
but it did
 smoulder
and I was sitting there
at the time
about to pick up my pen
then I was
covered in dust
fragments of roof
deaf with surprise
and there it was
not too big
not peculiar
except for it not being
where it should be
or perhaps exactly
where it should be
as I say
 a message...Read more of this...

...poetry holds,
but the atom of the love that drew it forth
from the silence: so if the bright coal of his love
begins to smoulder, the poet hears his voice
suddenly forced, like a bar-room singer's -- boastful
with his own huge feeling, or drowned by violins;
but if it yields a steadier light, he knows
the pure verse, when it finally comes, will sound
like a mountain spring, anonymous and serene.

Beneath the blue oblivious sky, the water
sings of nothing, not your name, n...Read more of this...

...y children stood beside thee. 
 
 Now thine eye is unclosed, and thy forehead is bent 
 O'er the hearth, where ashes smoulder; 
 And behold, the watch-lamp will be speedily spent. 
 Art thou vexed? have we done aught amiss? Oh, relent! 
 But—parent, thy hands grow colder! 
 Say, with ours wilt thou let us rekindle in thine 
 The glow that has departed? 
 Wilt thou sing us some song of the days of lang syne? 
 Wilt thou tell us some tale, from those volumes divine, 
...Read more of this...

...ighting, and I've seen a nation scattered,
 And an army swung to slaughter, and a river red with gore,
And a city all a-smoulder, and . . . as if it really mattered,
 For the lake is yonder dreaming, and my cabin's on the shore;
And the dogs are leaping madly, and the wife is singing gladly,
 And I'll rest in Athabaska, and I'll leave it nevermore....Read more of this...

...
'Not war, if possible, 
O king,' I said, 'lest from the abuse of war, 
The desecrated shrine, the trampled year, 
The smouldering homestead, and the household flower 
Torn from the lintel--all the common wrong-- 
A smoke go up through which I loom to her 
Three times a monster: now she lightens scorn 
At him that mars her plan, but then would hate 
(And every voice she talked with ratify it, 
And every face she looked on justify it) 
The general foe. More soluble is thi...Read more of this...

...hand;
Downward the starry tapers burn,
Sinks soft the waning sand;
The old hound whimpers couched in sleep,
The embers smoulder low;
Across the walls the shadows
Come, and go.

Sweep softly thy strings, Musician,
The minutes mount to hours;
Frost on the windless casement weaves
A labyrinth of flowers;
Ghosts linger in the darkening air,
Hearken at the open door;
Music hath called them, dreaming,
Home once more."...Read more of this...

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