Short Poems

Thy sooty Godhead, I desire
Still to be ready with thy fire:
That sho'd my Booke despised be,
Acceptance it might find of thee.

The thought beneath so slight a film
Is more distinctly seen, —
As laces just reveal the surge,
Or mists the Apennine.

A tiny moon as small and white as a single jasmine flower
Leans all alone above my window, on night's wintry bower,
Liquid as lime-tree blossom, soft as brilliant water or rain
She shines, the first white love of my youth, passionless and in vain

Time that bringes all things to light,
Doth hide this thinge out of sight,
Yet fame hath left behinde a story,
A hopefull race to shew the glory:
For underneath this heape of stones,
Lieth a percell of small bones,
What hope at last can such impes have,
That from the wombe goes to the grave.

Time promises, should I in that confide?
As for its threats, I am not terrified
Time sometimes makes a cripple walk again
Sometimes cuts down a strong man in his pride.
Not apt to curse the times of our disasters
Nor to applaud when fate brings happiness,
It's like the wayward wind that either brings
Sorrow or joy still blowing purposeless.

TIME

Time has no flight—'t is we who speed along;
 The days and nights are but the same as when
The earth awoke with the first rush of song,
 And felt the swiftly passing feet of men.

Thy soul
Grown delicate with satieties,
Atthis.
O Atthis,
I long for thy lips.
I long for thy narrow breasts,
Thou restless, ungathered.

Quhat is this lyfe bot ane straucht way to deid,
Quhilk hes a tyme to pas and nane to duell,
A slyding quheill ws lent to seik remeid,
A fre chois gevin to paradice or hell,
A pray to deid, quhome vane is to repell,
A schoirt torment for infineit glaidnes,
Als schort ane ioy for lestand hevynes.

Throughout the day our sweet bells chime
The hours of the fairy time.
At night with music soft and deep,
We lull a drowsy world to sleep.

Through love to light! Oh wonderful the way
That leads from darkness to the perfect day!
From darkness and from sorrow of the night
To morning that comes singing o'er the sea.
Through love to light! Through light, O God, to thee,
Who art the love of love, the eternal light of light!