The sunlight has gone from my eyes.
But sometimes I still hear the centaurs

Leap wild to the midnight surprise.
And I weep, to myself, in the darkness.
And grope for the Cupid of clay
I fashioned one beautiful autumn

For a god to whom I might pray



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To deliver the green pretty maiden
I caught by the brook in the wood,

Who fluttered, and changed to a rose-bush,
Ere ever my heart understood.
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THIEF'S SONG

GIN the Deevil, like a spider,
Twixt the sun and cusped moon,
Hanged a web of shamble fibre
Full of lang legs drappin' doon.
Sic prefairment I'm aware o'

That I ken a loop wad be
(Spite o' even gypsy Pharaoh)

Pleedged especially to me.
Hey, my sonsy buxom Jenny,
Ragged softling, good and true !

Here's a kiss an' there's a penny —
Soon I'll dangle i' the blue

Like to ony hooked barbel

Snickt frae by his true-love's side,

Till my body — cold as marble —
Sheds' its soul to thee, my bride.
Sheds its soul ? Gin had it ony.
It were worn to pounce to-day. . ..
Cluck, my lassie ; kiss, my bonny,
Sonsy, bonny lassie, hey!



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THE WEDDING RING

THE blind man sang upon the wharf,
O loud and strong sang he ;
His eyes up-raised to the sky
Like white stones of the sea.
When through the crowd that hemmed him round

A woman pressed her way,
And, weeping, put her wedding ring

Upon his empty tray.
" This very night " — 'twas thus she spake —

" My body shall be rolled
Beneath the waves ; so you may take

This band of purest gold.
