Dedication--To My Wife
Take, dear, my little sheaf of songs,
For, old or new,
All that is good in them belongs
Only to you;
And, singing as when all was young,
They will recall
Those others, lived but left unsung -
The bent of all.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Dedication--To My Wife
Take, dear, my little sheaf of songs,
For, old or new,
All that is good in them belongs
Only to you;
And, singing as when all was young,
They will recall
Those others, lived but left unsung -
The bent of all.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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To My Wife
Take, dear, my little sheaf of songs,
For, old or new,
All that is good in them belongs
Only to you;
And, singing as when all was young,
They will recall
Those others, lived but left unsung –
The best of all
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Easy is the Triolet
Easy is the Triolet,
If you really learn to make it!
Once a neat refrain you get,
Easy is the Triolet.
As you see! I pay my debt
With another rhyme, Deuce take it,
Easy is the Triolet,
If you really learn to make it!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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The Full Sea Rolls And Thunders
The full sea rolls and thunders
In glory and in glee.
O, bury me not in the senseless earth
But in the living sea!
Ay, bury me where it surges
A thousand miles from shore,
And in its brotherly unrest
I'll range for evermore.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Bring Her Again, O Western Wind
Bring her again, O western wind,
Over the western sea!
Gentle and good and fair and kind,
Bring her again to me!
Not that her fancy holds me dear,
Not that a hope may be:
Only that I may know her near,
Wind of the western sea!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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The Surges Gushed And Sounded
The surges gushed and sounded,
The blue was the blue of June,
And low above the brightening east
Floated a shred of moon.
The woods were black and solemn,
The night winds large and free,
And in your thought a blessing seemed
To fall on land and sea.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Kate-A-Whimsies, John-A-Dream
Kate-a-Whimsies, John-a-Dream
Still debating, still delay,
And the world’s a ghost that gleams –
Wavers – vanishes away!
We must live while live we can;
We should love while love we may.
Dread in women, doubt in men…
So the Infinite runs away.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Thick Is The Darkness
Thick is the darkness -
Sunward, O, sunward!
Rough is the highway -
Onward, still onward!
Dawn harbours surely
East of the shadows.
Facing us somewhere
Spread the sweet meadows.
Upward and forward!
Time will restore us:
Light is above us,
Rest is before us.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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The Sea Is Full Of Wandering Foam
The sea is full of wandering foam,
The sky of driving cloud;
My restless thoughts among them roam . . .
The night is dark and loud.
Where are the hours that came to me
So beautiful and bright?
A wild wind shakes the wilder sea . . .
O, dark and loud's the night!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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