Part 4 (2/2)

Gray pilgrim, you have journeyed far, I pray you tell to me Is there a land where Love is not, By sh.o.r.e of any sea?

For I am weary of the G.o.d, And I would flee from him Tho' I must take a s.h.i.+p and go Beyond the ocean's rim.

”I know a port where Love is not, The s.h.i.+p is in your hand, Then plunge your sword within your breast And you will reach the land.”

The Wanderer

I saw the sunset-colored sands, The Nile like flowing fire between, Where Rameses stares forth serene, And Ammon's heavy temple stands.

I saw the rocks where long ago, Above the sea that cries and breaks, Bright Perseus with Medusa's snakes Set free the maiden white like snow.

And many skies have covered me, And many winds have blown me forth, And I have loved the green bright north, And I have loved the cold sweet sea.

But what to me are north and south, And what the lure of many lands, Since you have leaned to catch my hands And lay a kiss upon my mouth.

I Would Live in Your Love

I would live in your love as the sea-gra.s.ses live in the sea, Borne up by each wave as it pa.s.ses, drawn down by each wave that recedes; I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me, I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul as it leads.

May

The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But for me the spring is done.

Beneath the apple blossoms I go a wintry way, For love that smiled in April Is false to me in May.

Rispetto

Was that his step that sounded on the stair?

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