Helen Hunt Jackson
First Lines
New! A room in the palace is shut. The king
New! A veiled priestess, in a holy place,
New! Along Ancona's hills the shimmering heat,
New! As yearning currents from the trackless snows,
New! At my heart's door
New! At westward window of a palace gray,
New! Christmas stars! your pregnant silentness,
New! Counting the hours by bells and lights
New! "Darling" he said, "I never meant
New! Dear yesterday, glide not so fast;
New! Deep in the hill the gold sand burned;
New! For one to bear my message, I looked out
New! Friends crowd around and take it by the hand,
New! He slept on a bed of roses,
New! Like a blind spinner in the sun,
New! Men may be banished, and a blood-price set,
New! Month when they who love must love and wed!
New! Month which the warring ancients strangely styled
New! My brothers' ships sail out by night, by day;
New! No days such honored days as these! When yet
New! O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped!
New! O Joy, hast thou a shape?
New! O Month whose promise and fulfilment blend,
New! O the years I lost before I knew you,
New! O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
New! She died, as many travellers have died,
New! "She has no heart," they said, and turned away,
New! Silence again. The glorious symphony
New! Some flowers are withered and some joys have died;
New! Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
New! The birds must know. Who wisely sings
New! The king rode fast, the king rode well,
New! The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes
New! The month of carnival of all the year,
New! They told me I was heir, I turned in haste,
New! This is the treacherous month when autumn days
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