Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
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Christmas is really
for the children.
Especially for children
who like animals, stables,
stars and babies wrapped
in swaddling clothes.
Then there are wise men,
kings in fine robes,
humble shepherds and a
hint of rich perfume.
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From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
......
From ocean's wave a Wanderer came,
With visage tanned and dun:
His Mother, when he told his name,
Scarce knew her long-lost son;
So altered was his face and frame
By the ill course he had run.
There was hot fever in his blood,
And dark thoughts in his brain;
And oh! to turn his heart to good
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THE THIRD BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE
Contayning
THE LEGENDE OF BRITOMARTIS
OR OF CHASTITIECANTO VI
The birth of faire Belphoebe and
Of Amoret is told.
The Gardins of Adonis fraught
With pleasures manifold.
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Well may I weene, faire Ladies, all this while
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O Spring season of love for every plant and beast, from early March till later May the charming guest would feast.
In mother nature you’ll see the signs of all Divine designs. You will see the beauty on every face including yours and mine.
Daffodils will sway in open fields and lands that have declined. Flowers shall blossom and roses will bloom on every stem and spine.
Stallions will tease and gallop away in single pairs and lines. Even the birds their mates would mock before they do combine.
You’ll spot the fish of every hue in every pond or lake, but monkeys would scream and run away from every coily snake.
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Like an emptied husk
Displaced
In your hand
I cannot promise
A coloured spring
.
The moon will never become our sun
Even if it crashed into a desert
With great sheets and burning embers
Of which you mould silver and gold
To shine on a delicate neck
It will float above our earth forever
Pearlescent, our kiss under a tree
Like a stage-light for bright moments
Washing us ashore with the tide
Onto a wet beach with white light
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Lying in bed I think about you,
your pretty hanging plants and air-filled apartment
and your big eyes. Its midday, and rushed
I admire the thought of another noon
bathing in awe and elation
just existing in a particle and swing,
of synchronous touch. Your wet mouth
and the pacing heart beating out any responsibility. Lay
still now to breathe smoke from a cigarette, one big exhale I see you smile through smoke, telling tales of love with half whispered sleep. Despite the falling snow
you land on my white body like a delicate drop, quietly
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In spring, the colors twirl with light,
but softened blues evade my sight.
The blooms, they hover, paint the air,
as my world's palette begins to wear.
Hues of the sky and a lazy stream,
once so vivid, now a fading dream.
The vibrant greens dance in the trees,
and for me, they blur to hazy seas.
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