Black Riders came from the Sea
Three little birds in a row
Yes, I have a thousand tongues
God fashioned the ship of the world carefully
Mystic shadow, bending near me
I stood upon a high place
Should the wide world roll away
Well, then, I hate Thee, unrighteous picture
If there is a witness to my little life
There was crimson clash of war
There were many who went in huddled procession
A learned man came to me once
Once I saw mountains angry
I saw a man pursuing the horizon
Behold, the grave of a wicked man
There was set before me a mighty hill
A youth in apparel that glittered
Behold, from the land of the farther suns
Supposing that I should have the courage
There was One I met upon the road
A man saw a ball of gold in the sky
On the horizon the peaks assembled
The ocean said to me once
The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds
There came whisperings in the winds
Tradition, thou art for suckling children
Many red devils ran from my heart
Think as I think, said a man
I stood musing in a black world
A man went before a strange god
Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
It was wrong t odo this, said the angel
A man toiled on a burning road
A man feared that he might find an assassin
With eye and with gesture
The sage lectured brilliantly
There was a man and a woman
There was a man who lived a life of fire
There was a great cathedral
Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground
If I should cast off this tattered coat
A man builded a bugle for the storms to blow
When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?"
A warrior stood upon a peak and defied the stars
The wind that waves the blossoms sang, sang, sang from age to age
When a people reach the top of a hill
Rumbling, buzzing, turning, whirling Wheels
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind
What says the sea, little shell?
A little ink more or less
Have you ever made a just man
I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
I have heard the sunset song of the birches
Forth went the candid man
A newspaper is a collection of half injustices
A slant of sun on dull brown walls
Once, a man, clambering to the house tops
There was a man with tongue of wood
The successful man has thrust himself
The chatter of a death demon from a tree top
The impact of a dollar upon the heart
A man said to the universe
When the prophet, a complacent fat man
There was a land where lived no violets
Aye, workman, make me a dream
Each small gleam was a voice
The trees in the garden rained flowers
Love forgive me if I wish you grief
Ah, God, the way your little finger moved
Once I saw thee idly rocking
And yet I have seen thee happy with me
I wonder if sometimes in the dusk
I have seen thy face aflame
A man adrift on a slim spar
Chant you loud of punishments
A naked woman and a dead dwarf
Little birds of the night
Ah, haggard purse, why ope thy mouth
There is a grey thing that lives in the tree tops
If you would seek a friend among men
A lad and maid at a curve in the stream
A soldier, young in years, young in ambitions
Oh, a rare old wine ye brewed for me
There exists the eternal fact of conflict
All-feeling God, hear in the war night
A grey and boiling street
Bottles and bottles and bottles
Tell me not in joyous numbers
