Ah woe! thou hast wasted thy days in delight,

Now silence thou light,

In the night, in the night,

The remorse in thy heart that is beating.

SANTA TERESA'S BOOK-MARK

FROM THE SPANISH OF SANTA TERESA

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ET nothing disturb thee,

Nothing affright thee;

All things are passing;
God never changeth;
Patient endurance
Attaineth to all things;
Who God possesseth
In nothing is wanting;
Alone God sufficeth.

KÉRAMOS

AND OTHER POEMS

1878

KÉRAMOS

URN, turn, my wheel! Turn round and round
Without a pause, without a sound:

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So spins the flying world away!

This clay, well mixed with marl and sand,
Follows the motion of my hand;

For some must follow, and some command,
Though all are made of clay!

Thus sang the Potter at his task
Beneath the blossoming hawthorn-tree,
While o'er his features, like a mask,
The quilted sunshine and leaf-shade
Moved, as the boughs above him swayed,
And clothed him, till he seemed to be

A figure woven in tapestry,

So sumptuously was he arrayed

In that magnificent attire

Of sable tissue flaked with fire.
Like a magician he appeared,
A conjuror without book or beard;
And while he plied his magic art
For it was magical to me