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The Ships Are Made Ready In Silence

© William Stanley Merwin

Moored to the same ring:
The hour, the darkness and I,
Our compasses hooded like falcons.

Term

© William Stanley Merwin

At the last minute a word is waiting
not heard that way before and not to be
repeated or ever be remembered
one that always had been a household word

The Burnt Child

© William Stanley Merwin

I could hear the scratch and flare
when they were over
and catch the smell of the striking
I knew what the match would feel like
lighting
when I was very young

The Source

© William Stanley Merwin

There in the fringe of trees between
the upper field and the edge of the one
below it that runs above the valley
one time I heard in the early

So gradual in those summers was the going
of the age it seemed that the long days setting out
when the stars faded over the mountains were not
leaving us even as the birds woke in full song and the dew

The River Of Bees

© William Stanley Merwin

In a dream I returned to the river of bees
Five orange trees by the bridge and
Beside two mills my house
Into whose courtyard a blind man followed
The goats and stood singing
Of what was older

Two Went up into the Temple to Pray

© Richard Crashaw

Two went to pray? O rather say
One went to brag, th' other to pray:One stands up close and treads on high,
Where th' other dares not send his eye.One nearer to God's altar trod,
The other to the altar's God.

The Recommendation

© Richard Crashaw

These houres, and that which hovers ore my End,
Into thy hands, and hart, lord, I commend.Take Both to Thine Account, that I and mine
In that Hour, and in these, may be all thine.That as I dedicate my devoutest Breath
To make a kind of Life for my lords Death,So from his living, and life-giving Death,

The Weeper

© Richard Crashaw

HAIL, sister springs,
Parents of silver-footed rills!
Ever bubbling things,
Thawing crystal, snowy hills!
Still spending, never spent; I mean
Thy fair eyes, sweet Magdalene.

The Flaming Heart

© Richard Crashaw

O heart, the equal poise of love's both parts,
Big alike with wounds and darts,
Live in these conquering leaves; live all the same,
And walk through all tongues one triumphant flame;

To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus

© Richard Crashaw

I sing the Name which None can say
But toucht with An interiour Ray:
The Name of our New Peace; our Good:
Our Blisse: and Supernaturall Blood:

The Song Of The Standard

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Maiden most beautiful, mother most bountiful, lady of lands,
Queen and republican, crowned of the centuries whose years are thy sands,
See for thy sake what we bring to thee, Italy, here in our hands.

The Litany Of Nations

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

CHORUSIf with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee,
We thy latter sons, the men thine after-birth,
We the children of thy grey-grown age, O Earth,
O our mother everlasting, we beseech thee,

The Halt Before Rome--September 1867

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

Is it so, that the sword is broken,
Our sword, that was halfway drawn?
Is it so, that the light was a spark,
That the bird we hailed as the lark

The Year of the Rose

From the depths of the green garden-closes
Where the summer in darkness dozes
Till autumn pluck from his hand
An hour-glass that holds not a sand;

The Meehoo With An Exactlywatt

Knock knock!

Who's there?

Three Faces

The sky and sea glared hard and bright and blank:
Down the one steep street, with slow steps firm and free,
A tall girl paced, with eyes too proud to thank
The sky and sea.

The Roundel

A roundel is wrought as a ring or a starbright sphere,
With craft of delight and with cunning of sound unsought,
That the heart of the hearer may smile if to pleasure his ear
A roundel is wrought.

Time And Life

Time, thy name is sorrow, says the stricken
Heart of life, laid waste with wasting flame
Ere the change of things and thoughts requicken,
Time, thy name.