. A London plane-tree : and other verse . a cloudless sky,Around me all is still : There is no breath, no sound, no stir,The drowsy peace. to break ; I close my tired eyes—it wereSo simple not to wake. So Moods and Thoughts. The End of the Day. TO B. T. rjEAD-TIRED, dog-tired, as the vivid day Fails and slackens and fades away.—The sky that was so blue beforeWith sudden clouds is shrouded , stilly the mists uprise,Till blurred and grey the landscape lies. ******All day we have plied the oar ; all dayEager and keen have said our sayOn life and death, on love and art,On good or ill at
. A London plane-tree : and other verse . a cloudless sky,Around me all is still : There is no breath, no sound, no stir,The drowsy peace. to break ; I close my tired eyes—it wereSo simple not to wake. So Moods and Thoughts. The End of the Day. TO B. T. rjEAD-TIRED, dog-tired, as the vivid day Fails and slackens and fades away.—The sky that was so blue beforeWith sudden clouds is shrouded , stilly the mists uprise,Till blurred and grey the landscape lies. ******All day we have plied the oar ; all dayEager and keen have said our sayOn life and death, on love and art,On good or ill at Natures , grown so tired, we scarce can liftThe lazy oars, but onward the silence is only stirredHere and there by a broken word.****** O, sweeter far than strain and stressIs the slow, creeping weariness. Moods and Thoughts. 8i And better far than thought I findThe drowsy blankness of the than all joys of soul or senseIs this divine indifference ;Where grief a shadow grows to be,And peace a Odds and Ends. Odds and Ends. 85 A Wall Flower. I lounge in the doorway and languish in vainWhile Tom, Dick and Harry are dancing with Jane KA Y spirit rises to the musics beat ; There is a leaden fiend lurks in my feet !To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet. Somewhere, I think, some other where, not here,In other ages, on another sphere,I danced with you, and you with me, my dear. In perfect motion did our bodies sway,To perfect music that was heard alway ;Woes me, that am so dull of foot to-day ! To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet;My spirit rises to the musics beat—But, ah, the leaden demon in my feet! 86 Odds and Ends. The First Extra. A WALTZ SONG. r\ SWAY, and swing, and sway,^ And swing, and sway, and swing !Ah me, what bliss like unto this,Can days and daylight bring ? A rose beneath your feetHas fallen from my head ; Its odour rises sweet, All crushed it lies, and dead. O Love is like a rose, Fair-hued, of fragrant breat
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