Christopher John Brennan
The Heaven With Sweet Surprise by Christopher John Brennan

The Heaven With Sweet Surprise by Christopher John Brennan

White dawn, that tak'st the heaven with sweet surprise of amorous artifice, art thou the bearer of my perfect hour divine, untrod, from some forgotten window of Paradise by mighty ...

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The Pangs That Guard The Gates Of Joy by Christopher John Brennan

The Pangs That Guard The Gates Of Joy by Christopher John Brennan

THE PANGS that guard the gates of joy, the naked sword that will be kist, how distant seem’d they to the boy, white flashes in the rosy mist! Ah, not where tender play was ...

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I Am Driven Everywhere From A Clinging Home by Christopher John Brennan

I Am Driven Everywhere From A Clinging Home by Christopher John Brennan

I am driven everywhere from a clinging home, O autumn eves! and I ween'd that you would yet have made, when your smouldering dwindled to odorous fume, close room for my heart, ...

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I Am Shut Out Of Mine Own Heart by Christopher John Brennan

I Am Shut Out Of Mine Own Heart by Christopher John Brennan

I am shut out of mine own heartbecause my love is far from me,nor in the wonders have I partthat fill its hidden empery:the wildwood of adventurous thoughtand lands of dawn my ...

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I Saw My Life As Whitest Flame by Christopher John Brennan

I Saw My Life As Whitest Flame by Christopher John Brennan

I saw my life as whitest flame light-leaping in a crystal sky, and virgin colour where it came pass'd to its heart, in love to die. It wrapped the world in tender harm ...

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Fire In The Heavens by Christopher John Brennan

Fire In The Heavens by Christopher John Brennan

Fire in the heavens, and fire along the hills,and fire made solid in the flinty stone,thick-mass'd or scatter'd pebble, fire that fillsthe breathless hour that lives in fire ...

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How Old Is My Heart, How Old? by Christopher John Brennan

How Old Is My Heart, How Old? by Christopher John Brennan

How old is my heart, how old, how old is my heart,and did I ever go forth with song when the morn was new?I seem to have trod on many ways: I seem to have leftI know not how many ...

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Epilogue: 1908 by Christopher John Brennan

Epilogue: 1908 by Christopher John Brennan

The droning tram swings westward: shrillthe wire sings overhead, and chillmidwinter draughts rattle the glassthat shows the dusking way I passto yon four turreted square towerthat ...

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Come Out, Come Out by Christopher John Brennan

Come Out, Come Out by Christopher John Brennan

Come out, come out, ye souls that serve, why will ye die? or will ye sit and stifle in your prison-homes dreaming of some master that holds the winds in leash and the waves of ...

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The Pangs That Guard The Gates Of Joy by Christopher John Brennan

The Pangs That Guard The Gates Of Joy by Christopher John Brennan

THE PANGS that guard the gates of joy, the naked sword that will be kist, how distant seem’d they to the boy, white flashes in the rosy mist! Ah, not where tender play was ...

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My Heart Was Wandering In The Sands by Christopher John Brennan

My Heart Was Wandering In The Sands by Christopher John Brennan

MY heart was wandering in the sands, a restless thing, a scorn apart; Love set his fire in my hands, I clasp’d the flame unto my heart. Surely, I said, my heart shall turn ...

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Iii. The Shadow Of Lilith by Christopher John Brennan

Iii. The Shadow Of Lilith by Christopher John Brennan

The tuberose thickens the air: a swoon lies close on open'd calyx and slipt sheath thro' all the garden bosom-bound beneath dense night that hangs, her own perturbing moon: no ...

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I Said, This Misery Must End by Christopher John Brennan

I Said, This Misery Must End by Christopher John Brennan

I SAID, This misery must end: Shall I, that am a man and know that sky and wind are yet my friend, sit huddled under any blow? so speaking left the dismal room and ...

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Autumn by Christopher John Brennan

Autumn by Christopher John Brennan

Autumn: the year breathes dully towards its death,beside its dying sacrificial fire;the dim world's middle-age of vain desireis strangely troubled, waiting for the breaththat ...

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Ii. The Quest Of Silence by Christopher John Brennan

Ii. The Quest Of Silence by Christopher John Brennan

Secreta Silvarum: PreludeOh yon, when Holda leaves her hill of winter, on the quest of June, black oaks with emerald lamplets thrill that flicker forth to her magic tune. At dawn ...

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Dies Dominica! The Sunshine Burns by Christopher John Brennan

Dies Dominica! The Sunshine Burns by Christopher John Brennan

Dies Dominica! the sunshine burnsstrong incense on the breathing fields of morn:lucid, intense, all colour towards it yearnsthat souls of flowers on the air are born.What ...

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And Does She Still Perceive by Christopher John Brennan

And Does She Still Perceive by Christopher John Brennan

And does she still perceive, her curtain drawn, white fields, where maiden Dawn is anguish'd with the untold approach of joy? or in the wooing forenoon softly pass where of our ...

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Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her by Christopher John Brennan

Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her by Christopher John Brennan

If questioning would make us wise No eyes would ever gaze in eyes; If all our tale were told in speech No mouths would wander each to each. Were spirits free from mortal mesh And ...

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Deep Mists Of Longing Blur The Land by Christopher John Brennan

Deep Mists Of Longing Blur The Land by Christopher John Brennan

Deep mists of longing blur the land as in your late October eve: almost I think your hand might leave its old caress upon my hand — for sure this floating world of dream hath ...

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Interlude: The Casement by Christopher John Brennan

Interlude: The Casement by Christopher John Brennan

Once, when the sun-burst flew its banner above broad seas and eastern hills, my casement knew that morning in her wondrous isle of youth distils perpetual balm, and tidings ...

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Four Springtimes Lost: And In The Fifth We Stand by Christopher John Brennan

Four Springtimes Lost: And In The Fifth We Stand by Christopher John Brennan

Four springtimes lost: and in the fifth we stand, here in this quiet hour of glory, still, while o'er the bridal land the westering sun dwells in untroubled gold, a bridegroom ...

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Sweet Silence After Bells by Christopher John Brennan

Sweet Silence After Bells by Christopher John Brennan

Sweet silence after bells! deep in the enamour'd earsoft incantation dwells.Filling the rapt still spherea liquid crystal swims,precarious yet clear.Those metal quiring ...

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Quis Pro Domino by Christopher John Brennan

Quis Pro Domino by Christopher John Brennan

Quis Pro Domino?Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord, I will repay-- Ay' verily: and by ministry of such men As did His will upon the Saracen: And Christendom owns not that man today ...

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Summer Noon by Christopher John Brennan

Summer Noon by Christopher John Brennan

Fire in the heavens, and fire along the hills, and fire made solid in the flinty stone, thick-massed or scattered pebble, fire that fills the breathless hour that lives in fire ...

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Black On The Depths by Christopher John Brennan

Black On The Depths by Christopher John Brennan

Black on the depths of blackest skies whence even the levin seems withdrawn, the cities threaten: burning eyes ask what dread hand hath slain the dawn.

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An Hour’s Respite by Christopher John Brennan

An Hour’s Respite by Christopher John Brennan

An hour's respite; once more the heart may dream: the thunderwheels of passion thro' the eve, distantly musical, vaporously agleam, about my old pain leave nought but a soft ...

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The Yellow Gas by Christopher John Brennan

The Yellow Gas by Christopher John Brennan

The yellow gas is fired from street to streetpast rows of heartless homes and hearths unlit,dead churches, and the unending pavement beatby crowds - say rather, haggard shades ...

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Mdcccxciii: A Prelude by Christopher John Brennan

Mdcccxciii: A Prelude by Christopher John Brennan

Sweet days of breaking light,or yet the shadowy mightand blaze of starry strifepossess’d my life;sweet dawn of Beauty’s day,first hint and smiling playof the compulsive forcethat ...

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1897 by Christopher John Brennan

1897 by Christopher John Brennan

Deep in my hidden country stands a peak, and none hath known its name and none, save I, hath even skill to seek: thence my wild spirit came. Thither I turn, when the day's garish ...

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Droop’st Thou And Fail’st? But These Have Never Tired by Christopher John Brennan

Droop’st Thou And Fail’st? But These Have Never Tired by Christopher John Brennan

Droop'st thou and fail'st? but these have never tired; winds of the region, free, they shine and sing, unurged, unguerdon'd: hast thou then desired to be with them and trail'st a ...

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Romance by Christopher John Brennan

Romance by Christopher John Brennan

Of old, on her terrace at evening ...not here...in some long-gone kingdom O, folded close to her breast!... --our gaze dwelt wide on the blackness (was it trees? or a shadowy ...

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Interlude: The Hearth And The Window by Christopher John Brennan

Interlude: The Hearth And The Window by Christopher John Brennan

Thou cricket, that at dusk in the damp weeds, all that, alack! my sickly garden breeds, silverest the brown air with thy liquid note now eve is sharp, I, hearkening, dream remote ...

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Spring Breezes by Christopher John Brennan

Spring Breezes by Christopher John Brennan

Spring breezes over the blue,now lightly frolicking in some tropic bay,go forth to meet her way,for here the spell hath won and dream is true.0 happy wind, thou that in her warm ...

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Dawns Of The World, How I Have Known You All… by Christopher John Brennan

Dawns Of The World, How I Have Known You All… by Christopher John Brennan

Dawns of the world, how I have known you all, so many, and so varied, and the same! dawns o'er the timid plains, or in the folds of the arm'd hills, or by the unsleeping shore; a ...

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The Watch At Midnight by Christopher John Brennan

The Watch At Midnight by Christopher John Brennan

Dead stars, beneath the midnight's granite cope and round your dungeon-gulf that blindly grope and fall not, since no lower than any place needs when the wing is dash'd and foil'd ...

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Liminary by Christopher John Brennan

Liminary by Christopher John Brennan

The hollow crystal of my winter dream and silences, where thought for worship, white, shimmer'd within the icy mirror-gleam, vanishes down the flood of broader light. The royal ...

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Was It The Sun That Broke My Dream by Christopher John Brennan

Was It The Sun That Broke My Dream by Christopher John Brennan

Was it the sun that broke my dream or was't the dazzle of thy hair caught where our olden meadows seem themselves again and yet more fair? Ah, sun that woke me, limpid stream, ...

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The Twilight Of Disquietude by Christopher John Brennan

The Twilight Of Disquietude by Christopher John Brennan

Scant majesty of stars prevails across the uncreated night, and fate is in the wind that wails or clamours on the lonely height. The years that go to make me man this day are told ...

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Old Wonder Flush’D The East Anew by Christopher John Brennan

Old Wonder Flush’D The East Anew by Christopher John Brennan

Old wonder flush'd the east anew and shed the golden air, and wing of song that summon'd, from the dew and rapture of the fields of spring, old wonder blossom'd in my heart: ...

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Poppies by Christopher John Brennan

Poppies by Christopher John Brennan

Where the poppy-banners flow in and out amongst the corn, spotless morn ever saw us come and go hand in hand, as girl and boy warming fast to youth and maid, half ...

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O White Wind, Numbing The World by Christopher John Brennan

O White Wind, Numbing The World by Christopher John Brennan

O WHITE wind, numbing the world to a mask of suffering hate! and thy goblin pipes have skirl’d all night, at my broken gate. O heart, be hidden and kept in a ...

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The Grand Cortège Of Glory And Youth Is Gone by Christopher John Brennan

The Grand Cortège Of Glory And Youth Is Gone by Christopher John Brennan

The grand cortège of glory and youth is gone flaunt standards, and the flood of brazen tone: I alone linger, a regretful guest, here where the hostelry has crumbled down, emptied ...

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And Shall The Living Waters Heed by Christopher John Brennan

And Shall The Living Waters Heed by Christopher John Brennan

And shall the living waters heed our vain desire, insensate Art! and fill the common dust I knead upgather'd from the trodden mart? As well might they forsake their clime of ...

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When The Spring Mornings Grew More Long by Christopher John Brennan

When The Spring Mornings Grew More Long by Christopher John Brennan

When the spring mornings grew more long early I woke from dream that told of dreaded parting and the cold of the gray dawns when I should long to see once more that clear light ...

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Under A Sky Of Uncreated Mud by Christopher John Brennan

Under A Sky Of Uncreated Mud by Christopher John Brennan

Under a sky of uncreated mud or sunk beneath the accursed streets, my life is added up of cupboard-musty weeks and ring'd about with walls of ugliness: some narrow world of ...

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The Winter Eve Is Clear And Chill by Christopher John Brennan

The Winter Eve Is Clear And Chill by Christopher John Brennan

The winter eve is clear and chill: the world of air is folded still; the quiet hour expects the moon; and yon my home awaits me soon behind the panes that come and go with dusk ...

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Interlude: The Window And The Hearth by Christopher John Brennan

Interlude: The Window And The Hearth by Christopher John Brennan

Twice now that lucid fiction of the pane dissolves, the sphere that winter's crystal bane still-charm'd to glass the sad metempsychose and futile ages of the suffering rose — ...

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When Summer Comes In Her Glory by Christopher John Brennan

When Summer Comes In Her Glory by Christopher John Brennan

When summer comes in her glory and brave the whole earth blows, when colours burn and perfumes impassion the gladden'd air then methinks thy laughter seeks me on every breeze that ...

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Of Old, On Her Terrace At Evening by Christopher John Brennan

Of Old, On Her Terrace At Evening by Christopher John Brennan

Of old, on her terrace at evening — not here — in some long-gone kingdom oh, folded close to her breast! Our gaze dwelt wide on the blackness (was it trees? or a shadowy passion ...

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White Dawn, That Tak’st The Heaven With Sweet Surprise by Christopher John Brennan

White Dawn, That Tak’st The Heaven With Sweet Surprise by Christopher John Brennan

White dawn, that tak'st the heaven with sweet surprise of amorous artifice, art thou the bearer of my perfect hour divine, untrod, from some forgotten window of Paradise by mighty ...

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