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In Dreams I'Ve Wandered Far Beneath

The sun a subtle whisper made,
A lurid phantom in the sky,
To slip beneath the closing day,
And leave her smile in my mind.

In dreams I’ve wandered far beneath,
The silent flow of dismal time,
And as a prisoner of belief,
I’ve dream’d of loving thee for life.

With shadows in my longing eyes,
I’ve heard the echo of the sea,
And watch’d the vespers in the sky,
Shine their phantom lights on me.

I see that beauty finds thee now,
A noble queen of nature’s realm,
As in fresh springtime’s waking hour,
The daisies blooming on the hill.

Arising, the soothing arms of night,
Shall keep this heart when aching finds,
Thy love a memory in my life,
Without thy soul a part of mine.

So then a spirit solemn makes,
Stone and statue guards the tomb,
That holds the distant precious days,
Of tender, fragrant, lovers’ youth.

Across the spanning velvet sky,
God unlimits love to all,
Alas! This vagrant soul of mine,
Has yet to know love’s rabid thrall.

To one who’s heart in pinning dies,
Though holding fast his fervent prayer,
Love that gives eternal life,
Shall keep thee ever close to her.

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The Valley of Vision

Ah, that I were in the valley of vision
In the valley, yea, the desolate valley
Where there is sorrow like unto my sorrow
And the evening sand is gone over the sea

Oh, that I were in the valley of vision
When the shadows of evening suffered thee
In the valley, yea, the desolate valley 
Where there is the burden of love

Oh that I had wings upon the sea
The desert of the sea among the stars
Where there is only a love, a shadowing love
Going down more fierce than evening

Ah, in the valley, the desolate valley 
Where I went mourning without the sun
My words hath allured more fierce than evening
In the way by reason of my affliction

Ah, in the desolate valley of vision
In the wilderness in the way of affliction
by sorrow of my vision in the midst of the land
my love, my fair one, it is burned, it is burned

Ah, it is burned, it is burned, Gemeera! it is burned.
It is burned in the valley of vision
Where the earth mourneth and fadeth away
Whilst the shadows of evening suffer thee

Yea, in the desolate valley like the roaring of the sea
Where I went mourning without the sun
I awakened in the midst of the land
In the midst of the land with a shadowing shroud 

In the valley, yea, the desolate valley
Where I cannot weep mine eye, mine eye
In the valley, yea, the desolate valley
In the day of the whirlwind upon the sea

Ah, that I were in the valley of vision
In the valley, yea, the desolate valley
Gemeera in the valley of vision
Here, O fair one, in the valley of vision. 

Gemeera, I am bereaved in the desolate valley
Alas! It hath devoured the great deep
Where the sun goeth down as the evening eagle
Gemeera, in the valley of decision

In the valley, yea, near in the valley of decision
It is burned, it is burned, Ah! It is burned
Ife it be marvelous, Ah, it is burned
Where the sun goeth down as the evening eagle

Lo, in the valley, the desolate valley
As though I had not cast with a shadowing shroud
Take I, under the shadow yet I will look again
Near in the valley, Alas! Alas! The vision.

I will look again in the valley, the valley of vision
Oh Gemeera, Gemeera, in the desolate valley
Where there is no sorrow like unto my words
Here in the valley of a shadowing love

Therefore, behold, I even I, will allure her
More fierce than the shadows of evening
For I am the man that hath seen affliction
Here in the desolate valley of vision

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Once My Love I Dreamed To Well

Once my love I dreamed to well
Of all that silence doeth entail
The hush and gentle quivering
Of midnight and the shivering
Of moon beneath the maddened night
Of moons celestial candlelight
There a morbid moon and gloom
And all the darkness that is doom
Should sweep in silence o’er my soul
And find me less that time ago
Less than times more dismal space
Which no candor can erase
Less than times unclosing eye
Gazing on a distant wry

Once my love I dreamed to well
Likes roses on a distant knell
Do bloom with red resplendidly
Do blush and then conceive

Once my love I dreamed to well
Of all that silence doth entail
The doleful sorrow and its sound
Like a whisper never found
Like a whisper on the height
Of romance in its plight
Far beyond the stolid trees
Far beneath the wake of eve
Where in the vast and distant deep
Only shadows subtly creep,
Once my love I dreamed to well

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Behold I Saw Her Auburn Hair

Behold, I saw her auburn hair
The shadows could not murmur there
And like a touch of candle light
It burned against an ivory white;
Her skin was pale and like the moon
Which hangs, an orb in phantom air,
Men cannot touch but only swoon
Like stars do gaze and eyes despair;
But she, O! she was nature’s best
No Grecian Urn Nor Nymphan face protest.

Behold, I saw her sultry smile
Like sunsets sometimes smile
No passion sweeter than is brief
Like stardrops simmer in the sea;
It lingered for a longer while
Like heaven on horizon’s mile
When all the world is turned and there
Comes twilight, furtive, bare;
But she, O! she can none compare
Not twilight, nor its outer airs.

Behold, I saw her candid eyes
Such eyes no more than stars can lie
No dismal strains of slivered light
Her glance then sets the world aright;
As thus the world on course is turned
Each star in destiny thusly burned
Till lastly gleaming nova bright
Like novas are those candid eyes;
Thus she, O! she has eyes like stars
Their gleams now haunt my captive heart.

Behold! I saw her furtive lips
If lips are furtive lest when kissed
But kisses cannot measure there
Nor time immortal beauty there;
Like ribbons in the blushing sun
Or roses when the dawn is done
When comes the pink of daylight hours
And hearts are captive to her powers
Thus she, O! she so gently makes
With lips more subtle graceful ways.

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My Love Is Like a Corpse

My love is like a corpse
Upon the gothic floor
Where I have wept till soul is dry
With eyes like corpses when they rise
Behold the sun which melts away
Dying daily with no shame
What shone what found I cannot say
But love is cruel in its way
A kiss like vampires delight
To feed so rabidly at night
As lips of tender crimson drip
Strange man should pine to die like this
And low a shadow in the trees
With moon—and sun upon her knees
Tis darkness in its velvet garb
The mother of my morbid heart
For there are shadows like to trees
They grow surplanting us beneath
Their roots are sorrow in our heart
Such is the macabre of their art
As when upon the listlessness of world
I roam or linger and the breeze
Has coughed and spat its mist on me
A kiss oh naiad of the night
Those lips have cursed my mortal plight
A kiss as soft as corpses breath
Imparting unto me
Some faint but mellow memory
Of love-as love is tragically

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All the World Is Thus Compared

My love, to you, I think tis fair
That all the world is thus compared
In evenings eye the stringy ray
In mornings stir the colloquial way
Which nature flaunts her sallow cheeks
Or bats a blushing eye indeed.
For in the call of natures wake
Which sun and moon do both partake
No crimes of passion are proclaimed
No hearts abashed are yet ashamed
For sun is star but simply-bold
Drawing nigh the world of olde
And moon is rash with subtle charm
Embraced by midnights wanton arms
Thus sun and moon-what ornaments!
Revolving round thy comeliness
For men of science thus have deemed
Some force or weight draws them-see?
But in a quiet hour I’ve supposed
Thine earthly presence lures them so.
Hence-my love I think tis fair
All the world is thus compared
A field of rose upon thy cheeks
The sound of autumn when you sleep
The slight and fragrant whispering
Of all that nature can achieve
God hath surely granted thee.

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No Sphere No Star No Comet Cast

Behold! the captive noble moon
What strange romance finds imbued
Fanciful ornamental might
So unearthly in its light,
Behold, a gown of primrose sky
A hue more darkened by the night
Each hour weaves its colours bright
The gush of polished vesper-eyes
Yet no star nor sphere of grace
Thrust in motion, held in place
Nor yet in all the wealth of space
Candent novas, solar raced
Hides the beauty or the trace
More divine than shapes thy face’
Tis as the heavens clustered low
And in a sweeping gleaming glow
Spend their glory all on thee
To be a shadow shaped by thee
Or yet in glittering so bright
A mere silhouette of eyes
And may she cast, O! dare she cast
With eyes of heaven looking past
Ife she gaze my soul is bound
As sure as fleets in oceans drown
In the vast, shoreless doom
Ife wave and tide do make their swoon
When all the sky is stirred
And all the whirlwinds move the earth
In circles to one gathered eye
To swallow sea, and land, and all beside
A circle in the gathered gloom;
One thought-like starfall chasing you.
Here all the limits of the universe
The rayless star of sunken mirth
Whose hunger rages like a man
What power consuming all it can
-the frosted, nameless little moons
Orbits which are not eschewed
Yea, no sphere! no star, nor comet cast
nor jeweled rays once gleamed, long past
Can mark the beauty of thy face
They are less-for they waste

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I Like Stone Am Molded O'Er

What shimmers in the shadow like
Behind the shadow of these eyes
Twilight and the tryst
Of time we cannot list
But if my love I list the hours
Spent beneath the woeful powers
Of sun and moon and simmered star
The hours will not get me far
Bound in circles round the sun
And circles make our hearts undone
But there is final beauty in the place
Where sunlight falls on wintr’y palace
And all the portals of the sky
Are frosted silver in the night
There-my love-my soul is spent
On memories-but not again
I cannot rise-I cannot wake
Tis crueler than a deathly state
For if a broken soul may writhe
And pass beyond its mortal rim
At least in passing it doeth give
A glint of what once was lived
But I like stone am molded o’er
Till crumbling turn to dust no more.

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One Dispensation Full of Grace

One dispensation full of grace
As gothic as my savior’s face
A trenchant shadow of the things
That law and grace can only bring
Christ in sorrow tempted me
From sin to splendor’s twinkling
A romance of such perilous times
Yet time itself is not the crime
Somnolent souls my Savior guides
Through thralldom to the gospel light

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With Her Vivid Statuesque

I dreamed of shadow and of sun
A lucid outline, twasn’t much
Like lines and riddles often touch
Between, I found, my love
That time is riddled with these lines
--so juxtaposed
Memory cannot feel like hearts
She cannot beat nor burst
But with her vivid statuesque
She moves.

There is no silence bright as sun
Save memory where it runs
The wake and fall are both the same
There beauty has no shame.

There is no silence as the hearts
Whose hearts in beating beat apart
Unwaiting like the past
Forgotten lines of love
A sunrise in the rust.