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Winter: My Secret
“I tell my secret? No indeed, not I”
“you’re too curious: fie”
“perhaps there’s none…but only just my fun
“a veil, a cloak and other wraps / I cannot ope to everyone who taps”
“perhaps some languid summer day”
“perhaps my secret I may say / or you may guess”
A Birthday
“My heart is like a singing bird”
“my heart is like a rainbow shell / that paddles in a halycon sea”
“my heart is gladder than all these / because my love is come to me”
“a dais of silk and down”
“Raise me” - “Carve me” - “Work it”
“peacock with a hundred eyes”
“silver fleur-de-lys”
“birthday of my life”
Maude Clare
“Out of the church she followed them”
“His bride was like a village maid / Maude Clare was like a queen”
“Your father thirty years ago / had just your tale to tell”
“My lord gazed long on pale Maude Clare / Or ever he kissed the bride”
“Here’s my half of the golden chain”
“we waded ankle-deep / for lilies in the beck”
“the lilies are budding now”
“ “Lady,” he said - “Maude Clare,” he said - / “Maude Clare,” - and hid his face”
“My share of a fickle heart”
“and what you leave…I’ll take”
“I never guessed you love my Lord”
“You should have parted us in the church / Or kept silene evermore”
“No Thank You John”
“I never said I loved you John”
“You know I never loved you John”
“don’t remain single for my sake / Who can’t perform the task”
“I have no heart? Perhaps I have not”
“Don’t call me false who owed not to be true”
“Here’s friendhsip for you if you like; but love, - / No, thank you, John”
From the Antique
It’s a weary life
“I wish and I wish I were a man / or, better than any being, were not”
"Doubly blank in a woman’s lot”
Good Friday
Am I a stone and not a sheep
I, only I
yet give not o’er / but seek thy sheep
Uphill
“you cannot miss that inn”
“Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?”
Yea, “beds for all who come”
Song: When I am dead, my dearest
“Sing no sad songs for me
Be the green grass above me
and if thou wilt, remember, / and if thou wilt, forget
haply i may remember, / and haply may forget
Remember
Remember me when I am gone away
when you can no more hold me by the hand
remember me when no more day by day / you tell me of our future that you plann’d
it will be late to counsel then or pray
yet if you should forget me for a while / and afterwards remember, do not grieve
better by far you should forget and smile / than that you should remember and be sad
In the Round Tower
Not a hope in the world remained
his pale young wife
‘I wish I could bear the pang for both’ - / ‘I wish I could bear the pang alone’
it is not pain / thus to kiss and die
Twice
let me live or die / but this once hear me speak
as you set it down it broke, - / broke but I did not wince
i take my heart in my hand, /O my God, O my God
this contemned of a man / this marred one
I shall not die, but live
Echo
oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet / Whose wakening should have been in paradise
come to me in my dreams, that I may live / My very life again tho’ cold in death
pulse for pulse, breath for breath
Goblin Market
come buy, come buy
with sunk eyes and faded mouth / she dream'd of melons
must she then buy no more such dainty fruit? / Must she no more such sucuous pasture find, / gone deaf and blind
cat-like and rat like
we must not look at goblin men / we must not buy their fruits
eat me, drink me, love me
make much of me; / for your sake, i have braved the glen / and had to do with goblin merchant men
Golden head by Golden head / like two pigeons in one nest (just after Laura consumes fruit)
there is no friend like a sister / in calm or stormy weather
twilight is not good for maidens
Shut out
A shadowless spirit kept the gate /...He answered not
My garden, mine,
Bid my home remember me / Until I come to it again
iron bars
he left no loophole great or small
so now i sit here quite alone . blinded with tears
Soeur Louise de la Misericorde
I have desired and I have been desired
Now the days are over of desire
Longing and love, pangs of a perished pleasure
Where is the hire for which my life was hired?