THE ANSWER When I go back to earth "Be still, I am content, Take back your poor compassion! Joy was a flame in me Too steady to destroy. Lithe as a bending reed Loving the storm that sways her I found more joy in sorrow Than you could find in joy." BLUE SQUILLS How many million Aprils came How white a cherry bough could be, A bed of squills how blue And many a dancing April, When life is done with me, Will lift the blue flame of the flower And the white flame of the tree. Oh, burn me with your beauty thenOh, hurt me, tree and flower, Lest in the end death try to take Even this glistening hour. O shaken flowers, O shimmering trees, Wound me, that I through endless sleep May bear the scar of you! "WHAT DO I CARE?" What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire; But what do I care-for love will be over so soon Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by, For my mind is proud, and strong enough to be silentIt is my heart that makes my songs, not I. ON THE DUNES If there is any life when death is over, These tawny beaches will know much of me; I shall come back, as constant and as changeful As the unchanging many-colored sea. If life was small, if it has made me scornful, Forgive me I shall straighten like a flame "THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS" War Time There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum-trees in tremulous white. Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone. MY HEART IS HEAVY My heart is heavy with many a song, And I can never give you one My songs do not belong to me. Yet in the evening, in the dusk In the gray hour if the fruit has fallen, IT IS NOT A WORD It is not a word spoken- Nor even a look of the eyes, Nor a bend of the head; But only a hush of the heart That has too much to keep, Only memories waking That sleep so light a sleep. "LET IT BE FORGOTTEN " Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold. Let it be forgotten for ever and ever Time is a kind friend, he will make us old. If anyone asks, say it was forgotten As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall STARS Alone in the night On a dark hill With pines around me And a heaven full of stars Over my head, White and topaz Myriads with beating Hearts of fire That aeons Cannot vex or tire Up the dome of heaven Like a great hill, I watch them marching And I know that I Am honored to be Witness Of so much majesty. Edward Thomas THERE'S NOTHING LIKE THE SUN There's nothing like the sun as the year dies; Or, if I could live long enough, should say― THE WORD There are so many things I have forgot, And its child's children, in the undefiled Abyss of what can never be again. I have forgot, too, names of the mighty men That fought and lost or won in the old wars; Of kings and fiends and gods, and most of the stars. Some things I have forgot that I forget. |