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As a god self-slain on his own strange altar,
Death lies dead.
Poems and Ballads: Second Series (1878)
The deep division of prodigious breasts,
The solemn slope of mighty limbs asleep.
Poems and Ballads: Second Series (1878)
The thorns he spares when the rose is taken;
The rocks are left when he wastes the plain;
The wind that wanders, the weeds wind-shaken,
These remain.
Poems and Ballads: Second Series (1878)
In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,
At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee,
Walled round with rocks as an inland island,
The ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
Poems and Ballads: Second Series (1878)
Sleep; and if life was bitter to thee, pardon,
If sweet, give thanks; thou hast no more to live;
And to give thanks
Poems and Ballads: Second Series (1878)