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.
work philosophical ambition
So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
rights conflict dare
What rights are those that dare not resist for them?
soldier reason-why reason
Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
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.