1.Those Dancing Days Are Gone
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag：
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
Curse as you may I sing it through;
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
Curse as you may I sing it through;
What matter if the knave
That the most could pleasure you,
The children that he gave,
Are somewhere sleeping like a top
Under a marble flag？
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag：
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
Curse as you may I sing it through;
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
Curse as you may I sing it through;
Those Dancing Days Are Gone
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag：
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
Curse as you may I sing it through;
Those Dancing Days Are Gone
Curse as you may I sing it through;
2.Before The World Was Made
Before the World Was Made
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror
No vanity's displayed
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made
I'm looking for the face I had
What if I look upon a man
Before the World Was Made
As though on my beloved
And my blood be cold the while
And my heart unmoved？
Why should he think me cruel
Or that he is betrayed？
I'd have him love the thing that was
Before the world was made
I'd have him love the thing that was
Before the world was made
Before the World Was Made
What if I look upon a man
3.Lady Weeping At The Crossroads
Would you meet your love
In the twilight with his greyhounds,
Bribe the bird then on the branches,
Bribe them to be dumb,
Stare the hot sun out of heaven
Starless are the nights of travel,
Bleak the winter wind;
Run with terror all before you
Run until you hear the ocean's
Everlasting cry;
Deep though it may be and bitter
You must drink it dry,
Wear out patience in the lowest
Dungeons of the sea,
Searching through the stranded shipwrecks
Push on to the world's end, pay the
Dread guard with a kiss
Cross the rotten bridge that totters
There stands the deserted castle
Ready to explore;
Enter, climb the marble staircase,
Cross the silent empty ballroom
Doubt and danger past;
Blow the cobwebs from the mirror,
Put your hand behind the wainscot,
Put your hand behind the wainscot,
You have done your part;
Find the penknife there and plunge it
Into your false heart
Would you meet your love
Lady Weeping At The Crossroads
Run until you hear the ocean's
Bribe the bird then on the branches,
Wear out patience in the lowest
Push on to the world's end, pay the
Cross the silent empty ballroom
There stands the deserted castle
Put your hand behind the wainscot,
Starless are the nights of travel,
4.Felt My Like With Both My Hands
I Felt My Like With Both My Hands
To see if I was there
I held my spirit to the Glass
I turned my Being round and round
I turned my Being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name
I judged my features, jarred my hair
To ask the Owner's name
I judged my features, jarred my hair
I pushed my dimples by
And waited if they twinkled back
I told myself, 'Take Courage, Friend
I turned my Being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name
I judged my features, jarred my hair
To ask the Owner's name
I judged my features, jarred my hair
That was a former time
But we might learn to like the Heaven
As well as our Old Home!'
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name
I judged my features, jarred my hair
To ask the Owner's name
I judged my features, jarred my hair
I Felt My Like With Both My Hands
I told myself, 'Take Courage, Friend
I judged my features, jarred my hair
I turned my Being round and round
5.Promises Like Pie Crust
So will I not promise you;
Keep we both our liberties,
Never false and never true;
Let us hold the die uncast
Free to come as free to go;
For I cannot know your past,
You, so warm, may once have been warmer
Towards another one;
I, so cold, may once have seen sunlight,
Once have felt the sun;
Who shall show us if it was
Thus indeed in time of old？
Fades the image from the glass
If you promised, you might grieve
If you promised, you might grieve
For lost liberty again;
If I promised, I believe
I should fret to break the chain.
Let us be the friends we were,
Nothing more but nothing less;
Many thrive on frugal fare
Who would perish of excess.
So will I not promise you;
Keep we both our liberties,
Never false and never true;
Let us hold the die uncast
Free to come as free to go;
For I cannot know your past,
You, so warm, may once have been warmer
For lost liberty again;
If I promised, I believe
I should fret to break the chain.
Let us be the friends we were,
Nothing more but nothing less;
Many thrive on frugal fare
Who would perish of excess.
Promises Like Pie Crust
You, so warm, may once have been warmer
If you promised, you might grieve
6.Autumn
Cold rain where sweet grass was;
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought gold where your hair was;
Nought warm where your hand was;
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Sad winds where your voice was;
Autumn
Tears, tears where my heart was;
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me
Silence where hope was.
Where hope was
Autumn
Autumn
Nought gold where your hair was;
Sad winds where your voice was;
7.If You Were Coming In The Fall
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
If only centuries delayed,
If only centuries delayed,
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
If certain, when this life was out,
If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I'd toss it yonder like a rind,
But now, uncertain of the length
Of this, that is between,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
If only centuries delayed,
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
If certain, when this life was out,
If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I'd toss it yonder like a rind,
But now, uncertain of the length
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
If I could see you in a year,
If You Were Coming In The Fall
I'd count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I'd toss it yonder like a rind,
But now, uncertain of the length
If You Were Coming In The Fall
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
If I could see you in a year,
If You Were Coming In The Fall
But now, uncertain of the length
If I could see you in a year,
If only centuries delayed,
If certain, when this life was out,
8.I Went To Heaven
'Twas a small town,
Lit with a ruby,
Lathed with down.
Stiller than the fields
At the full dew,
Beautiful as pictures
People like the moth,
People like the moth,
Of melchin frames,
Duties of gossamer,
And eider names.
Almost contented
I could be
'Mong such unique
Society.
Society.
I Went To Heaven
People like the moth,
9.Afternoon
And done with this desire,
With memory to share my bed
And done with this desire,
I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands
Beneath my laundered cap,
And watch my cool and fragile hands
And I will have a sprigged gown
And I will have a sprigged gown
With lace to kiss my throat;
I'll draw my curtain to the town,
And I'll forget the way of tears,
And rock, and stir my tea.
But oh, I wish those blessed years
Were further than they be!
With lace to kiss my throat;
I'll draw my curtain to the town,
And I'll forget the way of tears,
And done with this desire,
With memory to share my bed
And done with this desire,
I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands
I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands
Afternoon
And I'll forget the way of tears,
I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands
And I will have a sprigged gown
10.Ballade At Thirty Five
This, no ballad of innocence;
This, the rhyme of a lady who
Followed ever the natural bents.
This, a solo of sapience,
This, a chantey of sophistry,
This, the sum of experiments,
Decked in garments of sable hue,
Decked in garments of sable hue,
Decked in garments of sable hue,
Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents,
Wearing shower bouquets of rue,
Walk I ever in penitence.
Oft I roam, as my heart repents,
Through God's acre of memory,
Marking stones, in my reverence,
Pictures pass me in long review,
Pictures pass me in long review,
Pictures pass me in long review,
Marching columns of dead events.
I was tender, and, often, true;
Ever a prey to coincidence.
Always knew I the consequence;
Always saw what the end would be.
We're as Nature has made us -- hence
Princes, never I'd give offense,
Princes, never I'd give offense,
Princes, never I'd give offense,
Won't you think of me tenderly？
Here's my strength and my weakness, gents -
This, no ballad of innocence;
This, the rhyme of a lady who
Ballade At Thirty Five
Decked in garments of sable hue,
Pictures pass me in long review,
Princes, never I'd give offense,
11.At Last The Secret Is Out
At Last the Secret Is Out
As it always must come in the end,
The delicious story is ripe to tell
To tell to the intimate friend;
Over the tea-cups and into the square
The tongues has its desire;
Still waters run deep, my dear,
Behind the corpse in the reservoir,
Behind the ghost on the links,
Behind the lady who dances
Under the look of fatigue
The attack of migraine and the sigh
There is always another story,
For the clear voice suddenly singing,
High up in the convent wall,
The scent of the elder bushes,
The sporting prints in the hall,
The croquet matches in summer,
The handshake, the cough,
The kiss, the kiss, a kiss
There is always a wicked secret,
A private reason for this.
At Last the Secret Is Out
At Last the Secret Is Out
Under the look of fatigue
For the clear voice suddenly singing,
Behind the corpse in the reservoir,
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