The pungent atom in the Air Admits of no debate - All that is named of Summer Days Relinquished our Estate - For what Department of Delight As positive are we As Limit of Dominion Or Dams - of Extasy.
The Voice that stands for Floods to me Is sterile borne to some - The Face that makes the Morning mean Glows impotent on them - What difference in Substance lies That what is Sum to me By other Financiers be deemed Exclusive Property!
Démons et merveilles Vents et marées Au loin déjà la mer s'est retirée Et toi Comme une algue doucement caressée par le vent Dans les sables du lit tu remues en rêvant Démons et merveilles Vents et marées Au loin déjà la mer s'est retirée Mais dans tes yeux entr'ouverts Deux petites vagues sont restées Démons et merveilles Vents et marées Deux petites vagues pour me noyer. Demoni e meraviglie Venti e maree Lontano di gia' si e' ritirato il mare E tu Come alga dolcemente accarezzata dal vento Nella sabbia del tuo letto ti agiti sognando Demoni e meraviglie Venti e maree Lontano di gia' si e' ritirato il mare Ma nei tuoi occhi socchiusi Due piccole onde son rimaste Demoni e meraviglie Venti e maree Due piccole onde per annegarmi.
'Twas fighting for his Life he was - That sort accomplish well - The Ordnance of Vitality Is frugal of it's Ball. It aims once - kills once - conquers once - There is no second War In that Campaign inscrutable Of the Interior.
Oh Shadow on the Grass! Art thou a step or not? Go make thee fair, my Candidate - My nominated Heart! Oh Shadow on the Grass! While I delayed to dress Some other thou dis'st consecrate - Oh unelected Face!
The Cat that in the corner sits Her martial time forgot - The rat but a tradition now Of her desireless Lot, Another class remind me of - Who neither please nor play, But - "not to make a bit of noise" Adjure each little Boy!
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day Without an earthly cause Because he is a little Boy I honestly suppose -
The Cat that in the Corner dwells Her martial Day forgot The Mouse but a Tradition now Of her desireless Lot
Another class remind me Who neither please nor play But not to make a "bit of noise" Beseech each little Boy.
Step lightly on this narrow spot - The broadest Land that grows Is not so ample as the Breast These Emerald Seams enclose. Step lofty, for this name be told As far as Cannon dwell Or Flag subsist or Fame export Her deathless Syllable.