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	the flowers take the tears of the weeping night and give them to the sun for the day's delight
	somewhere over the rainbow way up high there's a land that i heard of once in a lullaby somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true some day i'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me
	a gallant city has been builded far in the pied heaven bannered with crimson sentinelled by star of crystal even around a harbor of the twilight glowing with jubilant waves about its gateways flowing a city of the land of lost delight on seas enchanted presently to be lost in mist moon-white and music-haunted
	light worships surface gently unlocking colour and stepping inside
	in this shadow there is so much sun that i can submerge my eyes' entirety in this golden bounty in this rain there is so much fair weather that i can dry out my wet hair stuck to my cheeks in this day there is so much future that my hands disappear up to the elbows and so with my hands full of the day
	before a secret is told one can often feel the weight of it in the atmosphere susan griffin lifts and glides aloft i fly in little drifts sun and sometimes shade though in heavy air suspense and subtle meaning
	little things little drops of water little grains of sand make the mighty ocean and the pleasant land little deeds of kindness little words of love make our world an eden like the heaven above
	the tide rises the tide falls the twilight darkens the curlew calls along the sea-sands damp and brown the traveller hastens toward the town and the tide rises the tide falls darkness settles on the roofs and walls but the sea the sea in darkness calls the little waves with their soft white hands efface the footprints in the sands and the tide rises the tide falls
	i do not know how to say it with words i do not pine for things with words but with hands enclosing space but with blood flowing within them you are in my pulse it sounds off and comes back to remember always
	there is an evening coming in across the fields one never seen before that lights no lamps silken it seems at a distance yet when it is drawn up over the knees and breast it brings no comfort where has the tree gone that locked earth to sky what is under my hands that i cannot feel what loads my hand down
	gray sail against the sky gray butterfly have you a dream for going or are you the blind wind's blowing
	you may smile my friends but i pursue the vision that eludes me i run across hills and dales i wander through nameless lands because i am hunting for the golden stag you come and buy in the market and go back to your homes laden with goods but the spell of the homeless winds has touched me i know not when and where
	only in quiet waters do things mirror themselves undistorted only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world
	making love to you desire is thick and heavy my skin drinks in your touch to quench the longing ...a sacred quest for tantric fulfillment i lay my head on a pillow of clouds as your fingertips explore my body like nomads
	ecsatic pain ... smells like seasoned leather and sweat in a small dark room ... tastes like blood and chocolate and masters hungry breath ... feels like red hot welts adrenaline and flying without a net ... sounds like the crack of a whip the fall of a flogger moans of tortured pleasure and me cummming over and over again
	gamble everything for love gamble everything put it in a place you keep what you need you can gamble everything for love if youre free you gotta gamble everything for love baby are ya cold are ya cold baby i could wrap you up wrap you up in my love if you wanna you can gamble everything for love if you wanna you can gamble everything for love tell me are you feeling lost have you crossed in the places that you never knew to get through
	to fling my arms wide in some place of the sun to whirl and to dance till the white day is done then rest at cool evening beneath a tall tree while night comes on gently dark like me that is my dream to fling my arms wide
	in the end we will finally belong even more inherently than here we will no longer be watchers but the matter itself flesh transposed to degrees on a scale of radiance
	for i'll rock you away on a silver-dew stream and sing you asleep when you're weary and no one shall know of our beautiful dream but you and your own little dearie and when i am tired i'll nestle my head in the bosom that's soothed me so often and the wide-awake stars shall sing in my stead a song which our dreaming shall soften
	i don't know what i love more you or the longing after you the kisses or the desire of kisses certain gratifications i thought that i would never again write poems and now my heart has swelled up like a river and stepped out of its banks like a river and a quick stream snatches away the words carries off the words and they all speak of my love
	the voyage a boat from its moorings of opinion unloops and slips loose the mood of the lakes skin carries the vessel to the stillness
	white wings of power one morning in may are flying these swans back during the day back to a place where the evening keeps the sun alive and still shining 'cause the night is on the run swans against the sun in a silhuette of art are slowly reflecting that lovers are apart white swans of beauty on a river so blue they have their grace and they look like you
	the snail pushes through a green night for the grass is heavy with water and meets over the bright path he makes where rain has darkened the arth's dark he moves in a wood of desire pale antlers barely stirring as he hunts i cannot tell what power is at work drenched there with purpose knowing nothing
	oh look at the sun as it flies away here comes and end to yet another day in the very last moments of its decay it bursts forth and throws its feathers in a cloudy spray
	in my clenched fists the gold sets into the black and blood absorbs the azure and low to the ground as my body does to yours my sky clings fast
	out under the stars dodging them night cars baby cause when you gotta move you gotta move whatever that it was you were thinking of lady you're certainly not thinking of it now and nightbirds sing you and empty tune in an empty house
	out of the silver light the past came softly calling and i remember the times we spent inside the sad cafe oh it seemed like a holy place protected by amazing grace and we would sing right out loud the things we could not say we thought we could change this world with words like love and freedom we were part of the lonely crowd
	my lover is not at all good-looking and his personality is rather difficult but who will paint the sky for me dark purple in the afternoon if i let him go to not come back my lover has a hot mouth and a row of sharp teeth when he answers smiling to the world's challenge my lover has a mouth which waxes in a halfmoon over each of my nights
	just before sunset they streamed onto the beach silent groups of people they crossed the sand climbed the rocks and looked out over the ocean lost in thoughts
	the heart of a man to the heart of a maid light of my tents be fleet morning awaits at the end of the world and the world is all at our feet
	i know you think that i shouldn't still love you or tell you that but if i didn't say it well i'd still have felt it where's the sense in that i promise i'm not trying to make your life harder or return to where we were i will go down with this ship and i won't put my hands up and surrender there will be no white flag above my door i'm in love and always will be
	lilacs out of the dead land mixing memory and desire stirring
	alone alone all all alone alone on a wide wide sea and never a saint took pity on my soul in agony
	the fair breeze blew the white foam flew the furrow followed free we were the first that ever burst into that silent sea
	why do two colors put one next to the other sing can one really explain this no just as one can never learn how to paint
	sandpaper kisses on a cheek or a chin that is the way for a day to begin sandpaper kisses a cuddle and a purr i have an alarm clock that's covered in fur
	when my time comes i may be carried off to float small pieces strings smaller than atoms hoping to recombine in the cosmos to this if you please im abendrot at sunset
	the song in heart of the storm boats of questions tempest of answers all stranded on the island of being but on this island who am i neither a sailor nor a boat nor the seafarer in search of shores neither a wave nor the ocean itself neither the rainbows hidden amidst the rocks nor the footprints gathered by the shores i do not surge forth with the waves
	a bus load of tourists on the one street in town out of place in this village but bringing needed funds one tourist shop after another selling wooden clogs and windmills you wander away in hopes to find the everyday life hidden not the attraction built for your enjoyment smells of appelgebak and various other hapjes entice your senses and lead you further from the main to streets lined with bakeries and shops where the old language is spoken no english to be heard here it is yelled from windows to the children playing in the street down below
	there's a piping wind from a sunrise shore blowing over a silver sea there's a joyous voice in the lapsing tide that calls enticingly the mist of dawn has taken flight to the dim horizon's bound and with wide sails set and eager hearts we're off to the fishing ground ho comrades mine how that brave wind sings like a great sea-harp afar
	it is raining outside it seems like it is ranging inside myself it's the rain if someone used an umbrella would the person forget about how cold the rain is i'm not looking at the darkness the darkness is looking at me before it's too late walk together under my umbrella before it's too late
	my hand does the work and i don't have to think in fact were i to think it would stop the flow it's like a dam in the brain that bursts
	i want to be i want to be around you the subtitle fragrance you smell in the air the cool shade you feel under a tree a warm sun ray touching your skin a gentle sea breeze softly sweeping over you
	tree at my window window tree my sash is lowered when night comes on but let there never be curtain drawn between you and me
	before she became a perfect full moon she irritated with her slender sickle she enticed with her bent half she would become sharp at twilight swelling blossoming she foretold a miracle
	stay near me -do not take thy flight a little longer stay in sight much converse do i find i thee historian of my infancy float near me do not yet depart dead times revive in thee thou bring'st gay creature as thou art a solemn image to my heart my father's family oh pleasant pleasant were the days
	love is like a butterfly it goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes love is like a butterfly hold it too tight it'll crush hold it too loose it'll fly
	twisting turning winding churning thrilling chilling beginning ending ride again another day ride it once more hands high facing wind life is made that way
	may flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day may songbirds serenade you every step along the way may a rainbow run beside you
	you are astronomical fans of alcohol so welcome in you are rising in the east and setting in the west all waving flags are you of legal drinking age on minimum wage well welcome in from across the vistula you've come so very far all waving flags we're all waving flags now waving flags
	the waxing moon of eyelashes twinkled and went out when you blew out the match flame and put your hands on my shoulders
	i still find myself walking away from the water's edge before i have what i need i turn around and walk back toward the water sometimes two or three times as if i can't decide whether to stay or leave i will sit down more often and yield to the giver and when i return to my desk i will have what i want to give
	for every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it for every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it for every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it
	i am now and i am facing him and i know that he is facing me looking at each other intensely we are making now it is only the day that is departing now is
	with spread fingers i catch a ray dancing on the pane i give my parched mouth the cool drink of day
	god spede the plow and send us all corne enow our purpose for to mak at crow of cock of the plwlete of sygate be mery and glade
	my head is full of fire and grief and my tongue runs wild pierced with shards of glass
	ladybird ladybird fly away home the field mouse is gone to her nest the daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes and the birds and the bees are at rest ladybird ladybird fly away home the glowworm is lighting her lamp the dew's falling fast and her fine speckled wings will flag with the close-clinging damp ladybird ladybird fly away home to your house in the old hollow tree
	but soft what light through yonder window breaks it is the east and juliet is the sun
	have you observed a tuft of winged seed that from the dandelion's naked stalk mounted aloft is suffered not to use its natural gifts for purposes of rest driven by the autumnal whirlwind to and fro through the wide element
	when april rains make flowers bloom and johnny-jump-ups come to light and clouds of color and perfume float from the orchards pink and white
	i wish i could save you the empty chair i wish i could follow you the empty chair i wish i could the empty chair
	i took a day to search for god and found him not but as i trod by rocky ledge through woods untamed just where one scarlet lily flamed i saw his footprint in the sod
	study nature love nature stay close to nature it will never fail you
	a violet by a mossy stone half-hidden from the eye fair as a star when only one is shining in the sky she lived unknown and few could know when lucy ceased to be but she is in her grave and oh the difference to me william wordsworth from the lost love she was as sweet as violets in the spring
	light comes to us by the sensibility without visual sensibility there is no light no movement
	i stood beside a pool from whence ascended mounting the cloudy platforms of the wind a stately heron its soaring i attended till it grew dim and i with watching blind when lo a shaft of arrowy light descended upon its darkness and its dim attire it straightway kindled them and was afire and with the unconsuming radiance blended and bird a cloud flecking the sunny air it had its golden dwelling 'mid the lightning
	i see from the darkness as from the most brightly lit balcony the body is a hatchet: it falls on the light pushing it in silence to the most naked path - to the blackness of a time that is making in the space my feet have trampled an extremely slow promised land
	deep in the woods on a tiny hill overlooking a stream i long ago found what seemed to be a foundation a definate sign that something once was there the open well
	oh in spring the ever surprised brows return they fold the bristled wings to take up most tenderly the lodging above your eyes in the neighborhood of warm lips
	a living tree that i lied a giving tree that you lied shadows know everything
	life is a stream on which we strew petal by petal the flower of our heart the end lost in dream they float past our view we only watch their glad early start freighted with hope crimsoned with joy we scatter the leaves of our opening rose their widening scope
	hark to the whimper of the seagull he weeps because he's not an ea-gull suppose you were you silly seagull could you explain it to your she-gull
	there was a time when meadow grove and stream the earth and every common sight to me did seem apparelled in celestial light the glory and the freshness of a dream it is not now as it hath been of yore turn wheresoe'er i may
	in the trees - love in the crowds -love in the rain and in the sun i was counting the seasons until it came now there is only one season spring
	an old man going a lone highway came at the evening cold and gray to a chasm vast and deep and wide through which was flowing a sullen tide the old man crossed in the twilight dim that sullen stream had no fears for him but he turned when he reached the other side and built a bridge to span the tide old man said a fellow pilgrim near you are wasting strength in building here
	the sun the hearth of affection and life pours burning love on the delighted earth
	it is no dream of mine to ornament a line i cannot come nearer to god and heaven than i live to walden even i am its stony shore and the breeze that passes o'er in the hollow of my hand are its water and its sand and its deepest resort lies high in my thought
	dear common flower that grow'st beside the way fringing the dusty road with harmless gold first pledge of blithesome may which children pluck and full of pride uphold high-hearted buccaneers o'erjoyed that they an eldorado in the grass have found which not the rich earth's ample round may match in wealth thou art more dear to me than all the prouder summer-blooms may be
	tea does our fancy aid repress those vapours which the head invade and keeps that palace of the soul serene
	she lies broken in her own despair waiting for the angels to carry her away ''why does this hurt cry down on me her sobs fall and sink into the deep dark soil beneath her her legs refuse to move she lies paralysed in her own despair but all is not lost as the sun shines out above her feathers float down on her her fallen angel glides to a stop returning the feathers to his back
	i have nothing to say no words to explain and it is a litte darker than it was yesterday i don't like powdered milk it makes me sad like it was not ment to work that way as if it ever would
	you love the roses - so do i i wish the sky would rain down roses as they rain from off the shaken bush why will it not then all the valley would be pink and white and soft to tread on they would fall as light as feathers smelling sweet and it would be like sleeping and like waking all at once
	perhaps of twig so fine of twine e'en superfine her pride aspires
	with flowers of soul the brightest wit can find us we'll take a flight towards heaven to-night and leave dull earth behind us should love amid the wreaths be hid that joy the enchanter brings us no danger fear while wine is near
	hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words and never stops at all
	i crossed a moor with a name of its own and a certain use in the world no doubt yet a hand's-breadth of it shines alone 'mid the blank miles round about for there i picked up on the heather and there i put inside my breast a moulted feather an eagle-feather well i forget the rest
	cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them and in short i am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet creatures
	once i am sure there's nothing going on i step inside letting the door thud shut another church: matting seats and stone and little books sprawlings of flowers cut for sunday brownish now some brass and stuff up at the holy end the small neat organ and a tense musty unignorable silence brewed god knows how long hatless i take off my cycle-clips in awkward reverence move forward run my hand around the font
	a desert is full of thoughts they loom like giant plastic toys and blare out in mega watts maybe it silences all but the thoughts the crazy video tape that boils away our lives theres a way of seeing by not looking its like the desert looking at you i wish i could see myself like that like myself might look at me
	brave your heart renounce your fears locked away inside all these years remain in light renounce your fears for you have been mesmerized break this spell of silence
	in the sweet sickening odor we found lips again very small-fry lost in the monstrous setting sun
	i caught a little wormy a crawling up a tree he wiggled here he wiggled there he wiggled right at me i put him in a shoebox and told him stay right there but when i opened up the box a butterfly was there i don't know how it happened
	pluck this little flower and take it delay not i fear lest it droop and drop into the dust i may not find a place in thy garland but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it i fear lest the day end before i am aware and the time of offering go by though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time
	i am the mist the impalpable mist back of the thing you seek my arms are long long as the reach of time and space some toil and toil believing looking now and again on my face catching a vital olden glory but no one passes me i tangle and snare them all i am the cause of the sphinx
	the morning-glory's blossoming will soon be coming round we see their rows of heart-shaped leaves upspringing from the ground
	i shall foot it down the roadway in the dusk where shapes of hunger wander and the fugitives of pain go by i shall foot it in the silence of the morning see the night slur into dawn hear the slow great winds arise where tall trees flank the way and shoulder toward the sky
	when i have seen by time's fell hand defaced the rich-proud cost of outworn buried age when sometime lofty towers i see down-razed and brass eternal slave to mortal rage when i have seen the hungry ocean gain advantage on the kingdom of the shore and the firm soil win of the watery main increasing store with loss and loss with store when i have seen such interchange of state or state it self confounded to decay
	when the lamp is shattered the light in the dust lies dead when the cloud is scattered the rainbow's glory is shed when the lute is broken sweet tones are remembered not when the lips have spoken loved accents are soon forgot
	in a dark room you are all alone feeling sad and sorrow your eyes shedding salty tears your heart suffocated by gloom you think everything has ended every other door is sealed you feel lost and abandoned no one there to wipe off your tear all of a sudden you hear a voice

the flowers take the tears of the weeping night and give them to the sun for the day's delight

somewhere over the rainbow way up high there's a land that i heard of once in a lullaby somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true some day i'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me

a gallant city has been builded far in the pied heaven bannered with crimson sentinelled by star of crystal even around a harbor of the twilight glowing with jubilant waves about its gateways flowing a city of the land of lost delight on seas enchanted presently to be lost in mist moon-white and music-haunted

light worships surface gently unlocking colour and stepping inside

in this shadow there is so much sun that i can submerge my eyes' entirety in this golden bounty in this rain there is so much fair weather that i can dry out my wet hair stuck to my cheeks in this day there is so much future that my hands disappear up to the elbows and so with my hands full of the day

before a secret is told one can often feel the weight of it in the atmosphere susan griffin lifts and glides aloft i fly in little drifts sun and sometimes shade though in heavy air suspense and subtle meaning

little things little drops of water little grains of sand make the mighty ocean and the pleasant land little deeds of kindness little words of love make our world an eden like the heaven above

the tide rises the tide falls the twilight darkens the curlew calls along the sea-sands damp and brown the traveller hastens toward the town and the tide rises the tide falls darkness settles on the roofs and walls but the sea the sea in darkness calls the little waves with their soft white hands efface the footprints in the sands and the tide rises the tide falls

i do not know how to say it with words i do not pine for things with words but with hands enclosing space but with blood flowing within them you are in my pulse it sounds off and comes back to remember always

there is an evening coming in across the fields one never seen before that lights no lamps silken it seems at a distance yet when it is drawn up over the knees and breast it brings no comfort where has the tree gone that locked earth to sky what is under my hands that i cannot feel what loads my hand down

gray sail against the sky gray butterfly have you a dream for going or are you the blind wind's blowing

you may smile my friends but i pursue the vision that eludes me i run across hills and dales i wander through nameless lands because i am hunting for the golden stag you come and buy in the market and go back to your homes laden with goods but the spell of the homeless winds has touched me i know not when and where

only in quiet waters do things mirror themselves undistorted only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world

making love to you desire is thick and heavy my skin drinks in your touch to quench the longing ...a sacred quest for tantric fulfillment i lay my head on a pillow of clouds as your fingertips explore my body like nomads

ecsatic pain ... smells like seasoned leather and sweat in a small dark room ... tastes like blood and chocolate and masters hungry breath ... feels like red hot welts adrenaline and flying without a net ... sounds like the crack of a whip the fall of a flogger moans of tortured pleasure and me cummming over and over again

gamble everything for love gamble everything put it in a place you keep what you need you can gamble everything for love if youre free you gotta gamble everything for love baby are ya cold are ya cold baby i could wrap you up wrap you up in my love if you wanna you can gamble everything for love if you wanna you can gamble everything for love tell me are you feeling lost have you crossed in the places that you never knew to get through

to fling my arms wide in some place of the sun to whirl and to dance till the white day is done then rest at cool evening beneath a tall tree while night comes on gently dark like me that is my dream to fling my arms wide

in the end we will finally belong even more inherently than here we will no longer be watchers but the matter itself flesh transposed to degrees on a scale of radiance

for i'll rock you away on a silver-dew stream and sing you asleep when you're weary and no one shall know of our beautiful dream but you and your own little dearie and when i am tired i'll nestle my head in the bosom that's soothed me so often and the wide-awake stars shall sing in my stead a song which our dreaming shall soften

i don't know what i love more you or the longing after you the kisses or the desire of kisses certain gratifications i thought that i would never again write poems and now my heart has swelled up like a river and stepped out of its banks like a river and a quick stream snatches away the words carries off the words and they all speak of my love

the voyage a boat from its moorings of opinion unloops and slips loose the mood of the lakes skin carries the vessel to the stillness

white wings of power one morning in may are flying these swans back during the day back to a place where the evening keeps the sun alive and still shining 'cause the night is on the run swans against the sun in a silhuette of art are slowly reflecting that lovers are apart white swans of beauty on a river so blue they have their grace and they look like you

the snail pushes through a green night for the grass is heavy with water and meets over the bright path he makes where rain has darkened the arth's dark he moves in a wood of desire pale antlers barely stirring as he hunts i cannot tell what power is at work drenched there with purpose knowing nothing

oh look at the sun as it flies away here comes and end to yet another day in the very last moments of its decay it bursts forth and throws its feathers in a cloudy spray

in my clenched fists the gold sets into the black and blood absorbs the azure and low to the ground as my body does to yours my sky clings fast

out under the stars dodging them night cars baby cause when you gotta move you gotta move whatever that it was you were thinking of lady you're certainly not thinking of it now and nightbirds sing you and empty tune in an empty house

out of the silver light the past came softly calling and i remember the times we spent inside the sad cafe oh it seemed like a holy place protected by amazing grace and we would sing right out loud the things we could not say we thought we could change this world with words like love and freedom we were part of the lonely crowd

my lover is not at all good-looking and his personality is rather difficult but who will paint the sky for me dark purple in the afternoon if i let him go to not come back my lover has a hot mouth and a row of sharp teeth when he answers smiling to the world's challenge my lover has a mouth which waxes in a halfmoon over each of my nights

just before sunset they streamed onto the beach silent groups of people they crossed the sand climbed the rocks and looked out over the ocean lost in thoughts

the heart of a man to the heart of a maid light of my tents be fleet morning awaits at the end of the world and the world is all at our feet

i know you think that i shouldn't still love you or tell you that but if i didn't say it well i'd still have felt it where's the sense in that i promise i'm not trying to make your life harder or return to where we were i will go down with this ship and i won't put my hands up and surrender there will be no white flag above my door i'm in love and always will be

lilacs out of the dead land mixing memory and desire stirring

alone alone all all alone alone on a wide wide sea and never a saint took pity on my soul in agony

the fair breeze blew the white foam flew the furrow followed free we were the first that ever burst into that silent sea

why do two colors put one next to the other sing can one really explain this no just as one can never learn how to paint

sandpaper kisses on a cheek or a chin that is the way for a day to begin sandpaper kisses a cuddle and a purr i have an alarm clock that's covered in fur

when my time comes i may be carried off to float small pieces strings smaller than atoms hoping to recombine in the cosmos to this if you please im abendrot at sunset

the song in heart of the storm boats of questions tempest of answers all stranded on the island of being but on this island who am i neither a sailor nor a boat nor the seafarer in search of shores neither a wave nor the ocean itself neither the rainbows hidden amidst the rocks nor the footprints gathered by the shores i do not surge forth with the waves

a bus load of tourists on the one street in town out of place in this village but bringing needed funds one tourist shop after another selling wooden clogs and windmills you wander away in hopes to find the everyday life hidden not the attraction built for your enjoyment smells of appelgebak and various other hapjes entice your senses and lead you further from the main to streets lined with bakeries and shops where the old language is spoken no english to be heard here it is yelled from windows to the children playing in the street down below

there's a piping wind from a sunrise shore blowing over a silver sea there's a joyous voice in the lapsing tide that calls enticingly the mist of dawn has taken flight to the dim horizon's bound and with wide sails set and eager hearts we're off to the fishing ground ho comrades mine how that brave wind sings like a great sea-harp afar

it is raining outside it seems like it is ranging inside myself it's the rain if someone used an umbrella would the person forget about how cold the rain is i'm not looking at the darkness the darkness is looking at me before it's too late walk together under my umbrella before it's too late

my hand does the work and i don't have to think in fact were i to think it would stop the flow it's like a dam in the brain that bursts

i want to be i want to be around you the subtitle fragrance you smell in the air the cool shade you feel under a tree a warm sun ray touching your skin a gentle sea breeze softly sweeping over you

tree at my window window tree my sash is lowered when night comes on but let there never be curtain drawn between you and me

before she became a perfect full moon she irritated with her slender sickle she enticed with her bent half she would become sharp at twilight swelling blossoming she foretold a miracle

stay near me -do not take thy flight a little longer stay in sight much converse do i find i thee historian of my infancy float near me do not yet depart dead times revive in thee thou bring'st gay creature as thou art a solemn image to my heart my father's family oh pleasant pleasant were the days

love is like a butterfly it goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes love is like a butterfly hold it too tight it'll crush hold it too loose it'll fly

twisting turning winding churning thrilling chilling beginning ending ride again another day ride it once more hands high facing wind life is made that way

may flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day may songbirds serenade you every step along the way may a rainbow run beside you

you are astronomical fans of alcohol so welcome in you are rising in the east and setting in the west all waving flags are you of legal drinking age on minimum wage well welcome in from across the vistula you've come so very far all waving flags we're all waving flags now waving flags

the waxing moon of eyelashes twinkled and went out when you blew out the match flame and put your hands on my shoulders

i still find myself walking away from the water's edge before i have what i need i turn around and walk back toward the water sometimes two or three times as if i can't decide whether to stay or leave i will sit down more often and yield to the giver and when i return to my desk i will have what i want to give

for every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it for every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it for every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it

i am now and i am facing him and i know that he is facing me looking at each other intensely we are making now it is only the day that is departing now is

with spread fingers i catch a ray dancing on the pane i give my parched mouth the cool drink of day

god spede the plow and send us all corne enow our purpose for to mak at crow of cock of the plwlete of sygate be mery and glade

my head is full of fire and grief and my tongue runs wild pierced with shards of glass

ladybird ladybird fly away home the field mouse is gone to her nest the daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes and the birds and the bees are at rest ladybird ladybird fly away home the glowworm is lighting her lamp the dew's falling fast and her fine speckled wings will flag with the close-clinging damp ladybird ladybird fly away home to your house in the old hollow tree

but soft what light through yonder window breaks it is the east and juliet is the sun

have you observed a tuft of winged seed that from the dandelion's naked stalk mounted aloft is suffered not to use its natural gifts for purposes of rest driven by the autumnal whirlwind to and fro through the wide element

when april rains make flowers bloom and johnny-jump-ups come to light and clouds of color and perfume float from the orchards pink and white

i wish i could save you the empty chair i wish i could follow you the empty chair i wish i could the empty chair

i took a day to search for god and found him not but as i trod by rocky ledge through woods untamed just where one scarlet lily flamed i saw his footprint in the sod

study nature love nature stay close to nature it will never fail you

a violet by a mossy stone half-hidden from the eye fair as a star when only one is shining in the sky she lived unknown and few could know when lucy ceased to be but she is in her grave and oh the difference to me william wordsworth from the lost love she was as sweet as violets in the spring

light comes to us by the sensibility without visual sensibility there is no light no movement

i stood beside a pool from whence ascended mounting the cloudy platforms of the wind a stately heron its soaring i attended till it grew dim and i with watching blind when lo a shaft of arrowy light descended upon its darkness and its dim attire it straightway kindled them and was afire and with the unconsuming radiance blended and bird a cloud flecking the sunny air it had its golden dwelling 'mid the lightning

i see from the darkness as from the most brightly lit balcony the body is a hatchet: it falls on the light pushing it in silence to the most naked path - to the blackness of a time that is making in the space my feet have trampled an extremely slow promised land

deep in the woods on a tiny hill overlooking a stream i long ago found what seemed to be a foundation a definate sign that something once was there the open well

oh in spring the ever surprised brows return they fold the bristled wings to take up most tenderly the lodging above your eyes in the neighborhood of warm lips

a living tree that i lied a giving tree that you lied shadows know everything

life is a stream on which we strew petal by petal the flower of our heart the end lost in dream they float past our view we only watch their glad early start freighted with hope crimsoned with joy we scatter the leaves of our opening rose their widening scope

hark to the whimper of the seagull he weeps because he's not an ea-gull suppose you were you silly seagull could you explain it to your she-gull

there was a time when meadow grove and stream the earth and every common sight to me did seem apparelled in celestial light the glory and the freshness of a dream it is not now as it hath been of yore turn wheresoe'er i may

in the trees - love in the crowds -love in the rain and in the sun i was counting the seasons until it came now there is only one season spring

an old man going a lone highway came at the evening cold and gray to a chasm vast and deep and wide through which was flowing a sullen tide the old man crossed in the twilight dim that sullen stream had no fears for him but he turned when he reached the other side and built a bridge to span the tide old man said a fellow pilgrim near you are wasting strength in building here

the sun the hearth of affection and life pours burning love on the delighted earth

it is no dream of mine to ornament a line i cannot come nearer to god and heaven than i live to walden even i am its stony shore and the breeze that passes o'er in the hollow of my hand are its water and its sand and its deepest resort lies high in my thought

dear common flower that grow'st beside the way fringing the dusty road with harmless gold first pledge of blithesome may which children pluck and full of pride uphold high-hearted buccaneers o'erjoyed that they an eldorado in the grass have found which not the rich earth's ample round may match in wealth thou art more dear to me than all the prouder summer-blooms may be

tea does our fancy aid repress those vapours which the head invade and keeps that palace of the soul serene

she lies broken in her own despair waiting for the angels to carry her away ''why does this hurt cry down on me her sobs fall and sink into the deep dark soil beneath her her legs refuse to move she lies paralysed in her own despair but all is not lost as the sun shines out above her feathers float down on her her fallen angel glides to a stop returning the feathers to his back

i have nothing to say no words to explain and it is a litte darker than it was yesterday i don't like powdered milk it makes me sad like it was not ment to work that way as if it ever would

you love the roses - so do i i wish the sky would rain down roses as they rain from off the shaken bush why will it not then all the valley would be pink and white and soft to tread on they would fall as light as feathers smelling sweet and it would be like sleeping and like waking all at once

perhaps of twig so fine of twine e'en superfine her pride aspires

with flowers of soul the brightest wit can find us we'll take a flight towards heaven to-night and leave dull earth behind us should love amid the wreaths be hid that joy the enchanter brings us no danger fear while wine is near

hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words and never stops at all

i crossed a moor with a name of its own and a certain use in the world no doubt yet a hand's-breadth of it shines alone 'mid the blank miles round about for there i picked up on the heather and there i put inside my breast a moulted feather an eagle-feather well i forget the rest

cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them and in short i am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet creatures

once i am sure there's nothing going on i step inside letting the door thud shut another church: matting seats and stone and little books sprawlings of flowers cut for sunday brownish now some brass and stuff up at the holy end the small neat organ and a tense musty unignorable silence brewed god knows how long hatless i take off my cycle-clips in awkward reverence move forward run my hand around the font

a desert is full of thoughts they loom like giant plastic toys and blare out in mega watts maybe it silences all but the thoughts the crazy video tape that boils away our lives theres a way of seeing by not looking its like the desert looking at you i wish i could see myself like that like myself might look at me

brave your heart renounce your fears locked away inside all these years remain in light renounce your fears for you have been mesmerized break this spell of silence

in the sweet sickening odor we found lips again very small-fry lost in the monstrous setting sun

i caught a little wormy a crawling up a tree he wiggled here he wiggled there he wiggled right at me i put him in a shoebox and told him stay right there but when i opened up the box a butterfly was there i don't know how it happened

pluck this little flower and take it delay not i fear lest it droop and drop into the dust i may not find a place in thy garland but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it i fear lest the day end before i am aware and the time of offering go by though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time

i am the mist the impalpable mist back of the thing you seek my arms are long long as the reach of time and space some toil and toil believing looking now and again on my face catching a vital olden glory but no one passes me i tangle and snare them all i am the cause of the sphinx

the morning-glory's blossoming will soon be coming round we see their rows of heart-shaped leaves upspringing from the ground

i shall foot it down the roadway in the dusk where shapes of hunger wander and the fugitives of pain go by i shall foot it in the silence of the morning see the night slur into dawn hear the slow great winds arise where tall trees flank the way and shoulder toward the sky

when i have seen by time's fell hand defaced the rich-proud cost of outworn buried age when sometime lofty towers i see down-razed and brass eternal slave to mortal rage when i have seen the hungry ocean gain advantage on the kingdom of the shore and the firm soil win of the watery main increasing store with loss and loss with store when i have seen such interchange of state or state it self confounded to decay

when the lamp is shattered the light in the dust lies dead when the cloud is scattered the rainbow's glory is shed when the lute is broken sweet tones are remembered not when the lips have spoken loved accents are soon forgot

in a dark room you are all alone feeling sad and sorrow your eyes shedding salty tears your heart suffocated by gloom you think everything has ended every other door is sealed you feel lost and abandoned no one there to wipe off your tear all of a sudden you hear a voice