Lord of
Lord of
weed clothes cold
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold
ants sun gleam
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
recalls
The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
rights conflict dare
What rights are those that dare not resist for them?
kings heart blood
By blood a king, in heart a clown.
time sorrow crowns
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
weed flower earth
Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.
love-is want
Shall love be blamed for want of faith?
travel moving shining
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life!
moon planets rate
It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.
night years dying
The year is dying in the night.
strange far-away charm
The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.
so-sad
So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
peace war years
Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.