Sonnet: "Oh Death will find me long before I tire"
Sonnet: "I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true
Thoughts on the Shape of the Human Body
The One Before the Last
The Jolly Company
The Life Beyond
Lines Written in the Belief That the Ancient Roman Festival of the Dead Was Called Ambarvalia
Dead Men's Love
Town and Country
Menelaus and Helen
The Goddess in the Wood
A Channel Passage
Day and Night
"I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true"
I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true.
Such long swift tides stir not a land-locked
On gods or fools the high risk falls -- on you --
The clean clear bitter-sweet that's not for
Love soars from earth to ecstasies unwist.
Love is flung Lucifer-like from Heaven to Hell.
But -- there are wanderers in the middle mist,
Who cry for shadows, clutch, and cannot tell
Whether they love at all, or, loving, whom:
An old song's lady, a fool in fancy dress,
Or phantoms, or their own face on the gloom;
For love of Love, or from heart's loneliness.
Pleasure's not theirs, nor pain. They doubt, and sigh,
And do not love at all. Of these am I.