Potential Titles: Iris Tree
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somethingdarkerDyed with blood and dreams - Iris Tree "[The adored, wild, strange, irresistible]"
And cajole with tears of beryl - Iris Tree "[The adored, wild, strange, irresistible]"
Enamelled bridges arching from dream to dream - Iris Tree "[Ah! the spring, sudden, surprising]"
Garlands splashing over the eyes of satyrs - Iris Tree "[Ah! the spring, sudden, surprising]"
Poisoned with raptures in many hues - Iris Tree "[Ah! you, from the small high-walled acre]"
From the slim-cut decanters of death - Iris Tree "[Ah! you, from the small high-walled acre]"
In their last scorn of sorrow - Iris Tree "[Ah! you, from the small high-walled acre]"
Buffeted with bouquets and blinded with confetti - Iris Tree "[Ah! you, from the small high-walled acre]"
Among the crumbling arches of decay - Iris Tree "[Among the crumbling arches of decay]"
Painting dead carnivals upon a fan - Iris Tree "[Among the crumbling arches of decay]"
Mirrors flashed their argent memories - Iris Tree "[Among the crumbling arches of decay]"
Loud-spoken in the jargon of the day - Iris Tree "[Among the crumbling arches of decay]"
Glutted with gold and dust and empty state - Iris Tree "[And afterwards, when honour has made good]"
Of music played among the stars - Iris Tree "[As a nun's face from her black draperies]"
Mad musicians upon fretted harps - Iris Tree "[As in the silence the clear moonlight drips]"
Irised with pallors of an opal's heart - Iris Tree "[As in the silence the clear moonlight drips]"
A blanched moon full of fear - Iris Tree "Bahama Islands I"
Pilgrim souls that will not sleep - Iris Tree "Bahama Islands I"
Our minds are cheated by the clock - Iris Tree "[Be perfect--for I love thee more in thought]"
My hands part from the unriveted faith - Iris Tree "[Be perfect--for I love thee more in thought]"
A Harlequin of tragedies - Iris Tree "Black Velvet"
This kaleidoscope of roaring color - Iris Tree "[Blow upon blow they bruise the daylight wan]"
Chill ignoble ashes for despair to strew - Iris Tree "[Blow upon blow they bruise the daylight wan]"
Yield the keys of Beauty's gates - Iris Tree "[Blow upon blow they bruise the daylight wan]"
Yet wear a crown of hazy dream - Iris Tree "[The caravans of spring are in the town]"
Each grey street mourns - Iris Tree "[The caravans of spring are in the town]"
Time with ever-turning multiplying wheels - Iris Tree "The Complex Life"
A chemistry of subtle interfusion - Iris Tree "The Complex Life"
In its dial eternity is housed - Iris Tree "[The curtains are drawn as though it still were night]"
So along in the enormous dawn - Iris Tree "[The curtains are drawn as though it still were night]"
A cap and bells for Folly's coronation - Iris Tree "Flame"
A crown of curious stones - Iris Tree "Flame"
Tore my purple into rags and knelt - Iris Tree "Flame"
A moonstone hieroglyphed with secret letters - Iris Tree "Flame"
As I spill the ancient wine - Iris Tree "Flame"
Where your despot feet have led - Iris Tree "Flame"
A gutter down the white-hot streets of Hell - Iris Tree "Flame"
The woven cloth of wonder - Iris Tree "[From far away the lost adventures gleam]"
Flung me the apple of eternal laughter - Iris Tree "[From the fathomless depth of my boredom]"
Three musketeers of faithful following - Iris Tree "[Give me, O God, the power of laughter still]"
Throw my gauntlet at the feet of pride - Iris Tree "[Give me, O God, the power of laughter still]"
The singing hungers of the sea - Iris Tree "Holy Russia"
Beneath the painted mask of fiction - Iris Tree "Holy Russia"
And all the train of bitter ghosts adore - Iris Tree "Holy Russia"
Still wrangled for a crown that lay amid the dust - Iris Tree "Holy Russia"
Like tasselled grapes to Tantalus - Iris Tree "[How often, when the thought of suicide]"
Drowned within the lurid dregs - Iris Tree "[How often, when the thought of suicide]"
The drums of time beating against oblivion - Iris Tree "[How soundly sleepeth the fool]"
From the spreading tree of days - Iris Tree "[How soundly sleepeth the fool]"
And queens have bought with blood and beauty - Iris Tree "[I can but give thee unsubstantial things]"
Ivory spools with rare embroiderings - Iris Tree "[I can but give thee unsubstantial things]"
Passions writ in hieroglyphs of gold - Iris Tree "[I can but give thee unsubstantial things]"
Baffled fortune in some new disguise - Iris Tree "[I cannot think that you have gone away]"
Spectral Joy once murdered in a rage - Iris Tree "[I could explain]"
Have bartered diamonds for glass - Iris Tree "[I could explain]"
The ill-omened drum of dropping rain - Iris Tree "[I dread the beauty of approaching spring]"
Whose mad hands tear the sky - Iris Tree "[I dread the beauty of approaching spring]"
Shall lift my martyred spirit from the dust - Iris Tree "[I dread the beauty of approaching spring]"
Burning galaxy of buttercups - Iris Tree "[I dread the beauty of approaching spring]"
Plucking the feathers from the wings of peace - Iris Tree "[I dread the beauty of approaching spring]"
I the Queen of crowding vagabonds - Iris Tree "[I feel in me a manifold desire]"
Torn laces and broken swords - Iris Tree "[I feel in me a manifold desire]"
A crown of shining endurance - Iris Tree "[I feel in me a manifold desire]"
My own host and guest and ghost - Iris Tree "[I feel so much alone]"
Bussing with the gossip of dreams - Iris Tree "[I have no other friend but thee]"
Caging the sun in rusted prison bars - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"
The water's murmuring wisdom - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"
Every shy and cloistered sense - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"
Crave the pale secrets of the moon - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"
And grope for dangerous toys - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"
That her dust is our garment - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"
Her waters our priestess - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"
I laid my heart on a stone - Iris Tree "[I laid my heart on a stone]"
Sweeter than ghostly music - Iris Tree "[I laid my heart on a stone]"
The gentle touch of dripping dew - Iris Tree "[I laid my heart on a stone]"
With doubts that will not let me rest - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"
Only the half-spoken promises of Heaven - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"
Some flame-red salamander pirouetting - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"
The dim psychic crystals of my soul - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"
Opalled with the changing colours of unrest - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"
Roaring in a wind of memories - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"
My soul is a sleeping gondola - Iris Tree "[I should like to say to the world]"
Lulled by a jester's mandolin - Iris Tree "[I should like to say to the world]"
Where murder creeps and whispers - Iris Tree "[I think myself the fool of tragedy]"
Playing a pantomime to spectres in the stalls - Iris Tree "[I think myself the fool of tragedy]"
Ghostly mirth and phantom hands applauding - Iris Tree "[I think myself the fool of tragedy]"
The fake grandeur of cardboard turrets - Iris Tree "[If I were what I would be]"
Launched upon the loneliness of time - Iris Tree "Islands"
Indolent ripple sighing at the keel - Iris Tree "Islands"
Though our fretted longings reel - Iris Tree "Islands"
Silver steps to our appointed star - Iris Tree "Islands"
The spires that pierce eternity - Iris Tree "Islands"
The eternal flame of laughter - Iris Tree "Lamp-Posts"
The gloom is radiant in a dance - Iris Tree "Lamp-Posts"
In a dance of yellow hopefulness - Iris Tree "Lamp-Posts"
Faery glitter in the streets of chance - Iris Tree "Lamp-Posts"
Dust upon the huddled corn - Iris Tree "[Like flocks of tired birds]"
Led by the violins of discontent - Iris Tree "[Like flocks of tired birds]"
Blue and yellow grapes for faery beggars - Iris Tree "[Lolling in snow, like kings in ermine coats]"
For ragged fancies to pluck and taste - Iris Tree "[Lolling in snow, like kings in ermine coats]"
Stolen from the ashen banquets of death - Iris Tree "[Lolling in snow, like kings in ermine coats]"
Those faces pain has marked - Iris Tree "London"
Underneath the feet forever dancing - Iris Tree "London"
Disorder from the couch of chaos - Iris Tree "London"
The laughter of the thrushes - Iris Tree "London"
Starving arms and strangling fingers - Iris Tree "London"
His glitter hidden in a ragged coat - Iris Tree "[London grows sad at evening]"
Dressed me in velvet dignities - Iris Tree "[Loneliness I love]"
Stirred from the golden quilt of memory - Iris Tree "[Long ago we walked together in a garden]"
Peace lay folded between our hands - Iris Tree "[Long ago we walked together in a garden]"
As a fly lies casketed in amber - Iris Tree "[Long hath the pen lain idle in my hand]"
The last juices from the sun's ripe fruit - Iris Tree "[Lulled are the dazzling colours of the day]"
Sterile as the arms of my desire - Iris Tree "[Lulled are the dazzling colours of the day]"
Flings her light despairing - Iris Tree "[Lulled are the dazzling colours of the day]"
Filled with rose-water and myrrh - Iris Tree "[Many things I'd find to charm you]"
Old liqueurs in leather kegs - Iris Tree "[Many things I'd find to charm you]"
Toys of tortoise-shell and jasper - Iris Tree "[Many things I'd find to charm you]"
Through a necklace of vile masks - Iris Tree "Moods II"
The blue arras of nightmare - Iris Tree "Moods II"
Kneeling in adoration to a dagger - Iris Tree "Moods III"
Coveting the drenched red peonies - Iris Tree "Moods III"
Pierced with knives of flame - Iris Tree "Moods III"
Omens mouthed by winds of twilight - Iris Tree "Moods III"
Lean across the precipice of time - Iris Tree "Moods III"
Carrying vast burdens over the crags of chaos - Iris Tree "Moods IV"
Waiting like a vast arch of quietness - Iris Tree "Moods IV"
Pierced by a sword of music - Iris Tree "Moods IV"
Your shadow along the solitary roads - Iris Tree "[My devotion kneels to you]"
A volume of pressed flowers - Iris Tree "[My devotion kneels to you]"
Pain has all the patience of a nun - Iris Tree "[My pain has all the patience of a nun]"
Tasting within the bitter dregs of spleen - Iris Tree "[My pain has all the patience of a nun]"
Looms where we have spun our fancies - Iris Tree "Nerves"
Trapezes that our passion frenzies - Iris Tree "Nerves"
Strange acrobats to catch them - Iris Tree "Nerves"
Tightening strings upon our spirit's fiddles - Iris Tree "Nerves"
Out of tune where music hungers - Iris Tree "Nerves"
Colours twinging on a prism's edges - Iris Tree "Nerves"
Trapped the sun's bright lion - Iris Tree "Nerves"
A poor bewildered clown - Iris Tree "Nerves"
The scarlet rhapsodies and beryl-cold sonatas - Iris Tree "[O faces that look so coldly at me]"
Waltzing with your marionettes - Iris Tree "[O faces that look so coldly at me]"
Spangling a secret radiance on adoring hands - Iris Tree "[Of all who died in silence far away]"
Held crosswise to the budding day - Iris Tree "[Of all who died in silence far away]"
Close to the dancing heels of the day - Iris Tree "[Oh canst thou not hear in my heart all its whispering fears]"
The wind's persuasive violins and bells - Iris Tree "[Oh canst thou not hear in my heart all its whispering fears]"
Through the bleak windows of frost - Iris Tree "[Oh canst thou not hear in my heart all its whispering fears]"
In the cerulean depths of slow oblivion - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"
Moth-winged Cupid painted on the air - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"
Thin flute music petaling the silence - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"
The fire that pillars up the stars - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"
Showering their crystals to the moon - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"
In the folly of rainbow dolphins - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"
In loneliness of prayer unlit by life - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"
The promise of Fate's rebound - Iris Tree "[Old woman forever sitting]"
Revenge of Time that waits within the clock - Iris Tree "[Old woman forever sitting]"
Blinking through the oldest tree of wisdom - Iris Tree "[Old woman forever sitting]"
Eyes that prick the darkness - Iris Tree "[Pity the slain that laid away their lives]"
And Sin that batters the door - Iris Tree "[Pity the slain that laid away their lives]"
Spendthrift of passion in love's bankruptcy - Iris Tree "[The scandal-monger after all is right]"
Meet our pity with a traitor's kiss - Iris Tree "[The scandal-monger after all is right]"
All that mob of furious accusation - Iris Tree "[The scandal-monger after all is right]"
Tugging at the moaning bells of death - Iris Tree "[Shall we be christened poets]"
And shut the fingers of wind upon the rushes - Iris Tree "[Shall we be christened poets]"
Tread out the ashes of midnight - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"
The smoke of fire-spangled passion - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"
Gashed with the daggers of street-lights - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"
Crushing the poisonous berries of sinister kisses - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"
Sweeps up the rags of our shadows - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"
Danced in a red smoke of dreams - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"
Spinning with spider-hands the miser's web - Iris Tree "Smoke"
Stands on flaming ramparts - Iris Tree "Smoke"
My face without the conquering light - Iris Tree "[Sometimes I look into the glass]"
Whining to the scent of darkness - Iris Tree "Streets"
Walks delicately as a stray spectral cat - Iris Tree "Streets"
The dust heap where our memories lie - Iris Tree "Streets"
Tarnished prisons lined with white and gold - Iris Tree "Streets"
Where starving souls are kept - Iris Tree "Streets"
Feeding upon each other's isolations - Iris Tree "Streets"
Through the crystal chandeliers of morning - Iris Tree "Streets"
Bathed in vitriol twilights - Iris Tree "Streets"
Cimmerian depths of mystery and sin - Iris Tree "Streets"
Penitent souls through haunted corridors - Iris Tree "Streets"
Stand before the gate of brass - Iris Tree "Streets"
No scarves of sleep and silence - Iris Tree "Streets"
The wild bells of lilies ringing - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Star-reflected gardens walled with night - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
In parables and symbols of remorse - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
That jeer from out the wind-stirred tapestries - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
The watchman to deserted houses - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Fits a mask of silver to the moon - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Corpses from the crypts of memory - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Opens the secret chambers of our hopes - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Wreathing love with poppies and with ashes - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Bring myriad lamps in clusters - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Spill the wind of light into our gloom - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Gathering the cold grey lilies of the stars - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Blood of the rose and hyacinth - Iris Tree "[The sun is lord of life and colour]"
Priestess and poisoner she goes - Iris Tree "[The sun is lord of life and colour]"
Her silver flock of wandering souls - Iris Tree "[The sun is lord of life and colour]"
Her chant of wailing waters - Iris Tree "[The sun is lord of life and colour]"
Alleys to the moon - Iris Tree "[There are songs enough of love]"
Stale juices from the shrivelled fruit - Iris Tree "[There are songs enough of love]"
On loom of spaces measureless - Iris Tree "[There are songs enough of love]"
Selling their tarnished twilights - Iris Tree "Thoughts of London"
The racing of brown rabbits on the hill - Iris Tree "To My Mother"
Storms that rattle the bones of the forest - Iris Tree "[Tranquility stirred by a sudden spasm]"
Charred with the spattering of rockets - Iris Tree "[Tranquility stirred by a sudden spasm]"
Those that carry bags of dust - Iris Tree "The Undertone of the Volga Boat Song"
The mud gleams with malicious light - Iris Tree "[Washed at my feet by the curded foam of sluggish waves]"
All the echoed melodies of your soul - Iris Tree "[Washed at my feet by the curded foam of sluggish waves]"
The tiaraed brows of darkness - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
From the green hush of twilight - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
Where silence drips from the trees - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
Where the ghosts blow by - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
On lawns of powdered silver - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
Drawn backward from the moon - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
And omened bagpipe screaming - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
Burn to a blue smoke of forgetting - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
Our red ambitions burn - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
The clamours knocking without pause - Iris Tree "[What words that move on wings"]
Where Folly is king of midnight - Iris Tree "[When at a masquerade I meet thee]"
The hope and fear in jugglery - Iris Tree "[When I am weary at the antic chance]"
Harlequin through curtained silence trips - Iris Tree "[When I am weary at the antic chance]"
Grew brilliant in the tinsel glare - Iris Tree "[Winding down the streets in wearied gaiety]"
The pallid glints of stolen light - Iris Tree "[Winding down the streets in wearied gaiety]"
Where lethe laps the wharf of sleeping streams - Iris Tree "[Winding down the streets in wearied gaiety]"
Time's ashen coverlet - Iris Tree "[Woods of brown gloom sombring with the hush of death]"
In rags of old desires - Iris Tree "[Woods of brown gloom sombring with the hush of death]"
Sing a blasphemous Te Deum - Iris Tree "[You pass as in a drugged delirium]"
Shutting our lips upon a jest - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: Midnight"
How they struggle in a mist of fire - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 1 A. M."
An army fierce upon its own destruction - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 1 A. M."
Tremendous in a coat of fire - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 1 A. M."
Amid the dust of vanished lives - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 3 A. M."
Fire walked in crimson armour - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 3 A. M."
And whispered omens flew like bats - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 3 A. M."
Among the silver foliage of the stars - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 3 A. M."
And the flamingo messengers will come - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 3 A. M."
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And cajole with tears of beryl - Iris Tree "[The adored, wild, strange, irresistible]"
Enamelled bridges arching from dream to dream - Iris Tree "[Ah! the spring, sudden, surprising]"
Garlands splashing over the eyes of satyrs - Iris Tree "[Ah! the spring, sudden, surprising]"
Poisoned with raptures in many hues - Iris Tree "[Ah! you, from the small high-walled acre]"
From the slim-cut decanters of death - Iris Tree "[Ah! you, from the small high-walled acre]"
In their last scorn of sorrow - Iris Tree "[Ah! you, from the small high-walled acre]"
Buffeted with bouquets and blinded with confetti - Iris Tree "[Ah! you, from the small high-walled acre]"
Among the crumbling arches of decay - Iris Tree "[Among the crumbling arches of decay]"
Painting dead carnivals upon a fan - Iris Tree "[Among the crumbling arches of decay]"
Mirrors flashed their argent memories - Iris Tree "[Among the crumbling arches of decay]"
Loud-spoken in the jargon of the day - Iris Tree "[Among the crumbling arches of decay]"
Glutted with gold and dust and empty state - Iris Tree "[And afterwards, when honour has made good]"
Of music played among the stars - Iris Tree "[As a nun's face from her black draperies]"
Mad musicians upon fretted harps - Iris Tree "[As in the silence the clear moonlight drips]"
Irised with pallors of an opal's heart - Iris Tree "[As in the silence the clear moonlight drips]"
A blanched moon full of fear - Iris Tree "Bahama Islands I"
Pilgrim souls that will not sleep - Iris Tree "Bahama Islands I"
Our minds are cheated by the clock - Iris Tree "[Be perfect--for I love thee more in thought]"
My hands part from the unriveted faith - Iris Tree "[Be perfect--for I love thee more in thought]"
A Harlequin of tragedies - Iris Tree "Black Velvet"
This kaleidoscope of roaring color - Iris Tree "[Blow upon blow they bruise the daylight wan]"
Chill ignoble ashes for despair to strew - Iris Tree "[Blow upon blow they bruise the daylight wan]"
Yield the keys of Beauty's gates - Iris Tree "[Blow upon blow they bruise the daylight wan]"
Yet wear a crown of hazy dream - Iris Tree "[The caravans of spring are in the town]"
Each grey street mourns - Iris Tree "[The caravans of spring are in the town]"
Time with ever-turning multiplying wheels - Iris Tree "The Complex Life"
A chemistry of subtle interfusion - Iris Tree "The Complex Life"
In its dial eternity is housed - Iris Tree "[The curtains are drawn as though it still were night]"
So along in the enormous dawn - Iris Tree "[The curtains are drawn as though it still were night]"
A cap and bells for Folly's coronation - Iris Tree "Flame"
A crown of curious stones - Iris Tree "Flame"
Tore my purple into rags and knelt - Iris Tree "Flame"
A moonstone hieroglyphed with secret letters - Iris Tree "Flame"
As I spill the ancient wine - Iris Tree "Flame"
Where your despot feet have led - Iris Tree "Flame"
A gutter down the white-hot streets of Hell - Iris Tree "Flame"
The woven cloth of wonder - Iris Tree "[From far away the lost adventures gleam]"
Flung me the apple of eternal laughter - Iris Tree "[From the fathomless depth of my boredom]"
Three musketeers of faithful following - Iris Tree "[Give me, O God, the power of laughter still]"
Throw my gauntlet at the feet of pride - Iris Tree "[Give me, O God, the power of laughter still]"
The singing hungers of the sea - Iris Tree "Holy Russia"
Beneath the painted mask of fiction - Iris Tree "Holy Russia"
And all the train of bitter ghosts adore - Iris Tree "Holy Russia"
Still wrangled for a crown that lay amid the dust - Iris Tree "Holy Russia"
Like tasselled grapes to Tantalus - Iris Tree "[How often, when the thought of suicide]"
Drowned within the lurid dregs - Iris Tree "[How often, when the thought of suicide]"
The drums of time beating against oblivion - Iris Tree "[How soundly sleepeth the fool]"
From the spreading tree of days - Iris Tree "[How soundly sleepeth the fool]"
And queens have bought with blood and beauty - Iris Tree "[I can but give thee unsubstantial things]"
Ivory spools with rare embroiderings - Iris Tree "[I can but give thee unsubstantial things]"
Passions writ in hieroglyphs of gold - Iris Tree "[I can but give thee unsubstantial things]"
Baffled fortune in some new disguise - Iris Tree "[I cannot think that you have gone away]"
Spectral Joy once murdered in a rage - Iris Tree "[I could explain]"
Have bartered diamonds for glass - Iris Tree "[I could explain]"
The ill-omened drum of dropping rain - Iris Tree "[I dread the beauty of approaching spring]"
Whose mad hands tear the sky - Iris Tree "[I dread the beauty of approaching spring]"
Shall lift my martyred spirit from the dust - Iris Tree "[I dread the beauty of approaching spring]"
Burning galaxy of buttercups - Iris Tree "[I dread the beauty of approaching spring]"
Plucking the feathers from the wings of peace - Iris Tree "[I dread the beauty of approaching spring]"
I the Queen of crowding vagabonds - Iris Tree "[I feel in me a manifold desire]"
Torn laces and broken swords - Iris Tree "[I feel in me a manifold desire]"
A crown of shining endurance - Iris Tree "[I feel in me a manifold desire]"
My own host and guest and ghost - Iris Tree "[I feel so much alone]"
Bussing with the gossip of dreams - Iris Tree "[I have no other friend but thee]"
Caging the sun in rusted prison bars - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"
The water's murmuring wisdom - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"
Every shy and cloistered sense - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"
Crave the pale secrets of the moon - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"
And grope for dangerous toys - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"
That her dust is our garment - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"
Her waters our priestess - Iris Tree "[I know what happiness is]"
I laid my heart on a stone - Iris Tree "[I laid my heart on a stone]"
Sweeter than ghostly music - Iris Tree "[I laid my heart on a stone]"
The gentle touch of dripping dew - Iris Tree "[I laid my heart on a stone]"
With doubts that will not let me rest - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"
Only the half-spoken promises of Heaven - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"
Some flame-red salamander pirouetting - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"
The dim psychic crystals of my soul - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"
Opalled with the changing colours of unrest - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"
Roaring in a wind of memories - Iris Tree "[I met an Indian underneath a tree]"
My soul is a sleeping gondola - Iris Tree "[I should like to say to the world]"
Lulled by a jester's mandolin - Iris Tree "[I should like to say to the world]"
Where murder creeps and whispers - Iris Tree "[I think myself the fool of tragedy]"
Playing a pantomime to spectres in the stalls - Iris Tree "[I think myself the fool of tragedy]"
Ghostly mirth and phantom hands applauding - Iris Tree "[I think myself the fool of tragedy]"
The fake grandeur of cardboard turrets - Iris Tree "[If I were what I would be]"
Launched upon the loneliness of time - Iris Tree "Islands"
Indolent ripple sighing at the keel - Iris Tree "Islands"
Though our fretted longings reel - Iris Tree "Islands"
Silver steps to our appointed star - Iris Tree "Islands"
The spires that pierce eternity - Iris Tree "Islands"
The eternal flame of laughter - Iris Tree "Lamp-Posts"
The gloom is radiant in a dance - Iris Tree "Lamp-Posts"
In a dance of yellow hopefulness - Iris Tree "Lamp-Posts"
Faery glitter in the streets of chance - Iris Tree "Lamp-Posts"
Dust upon the huddled corn - Iris Tree "[Like flocks of tired birds]"
Led by the violins of discontent - Iris Tree "[Like flocks of tired birds]"
Blue and yellow grapes for faery beggars - Iris Tree "[Lolling in snow, like kings in ermine coats]"
For ragged fancies to pluck and taste - Iris Tree "[Lolling in snow, like kings in ermine coats]"
Stolen from the ashen banquets of death - Iris Tree "[Lolling in snow, like kings in ermine coats]"
Those faces pain has marked - Iris Tree "London"
Underneath the feet forever dancing - Iris Tree "London"
Disorder from the couch of chaos - Iris Tree "London"
The laughter of the thrushes - Iris Tree "London"
Starving arms and strangling fingers - Iris Tree "London"
His glitter hidden in a ragged coat - Iris Tree "[London grows sad at evening]"
Dressed me in velvet dignities - Iris Tree "[Loneliness I love]"
Stirred from the golden quilt of memory - Iris Tree "[Long ago we walked together in a garden]"
Peace lay folded between our hands - Iris Tree "[Long ago we walked together in a garden]"
As a fly lies casketed in amber - Iris Tree "[Long hath the pen lain idle in my hand]"
The last juices from the sun's ripe fruit - Iris Tree "[Lulled are the dazzling colours of the day]"
Sterile as the arms of my desire - Iris Tree "[Lulled are the dazzling colours of the day]"
Flings her light despairing - Iris Tree "[Lulled are the dazzling colours of the day]"
Filled with rose-water and myrrh - Iris Tree "[Many things I'd find to charm you]"
Old liqueurs in leather kegs - Iris Tree "[Many things I'd find to charm you]"
Toys of tortoise-shell and jasper - Iris Tree "[Many things I'd find to charm you]"
Through a necklace of vile masks - Iris Tree "Moods II"
The blue arras of nightmare - Iris Tree "Moods II"
Kneeling in adoration to a dagger - Iris Tree "Moods III"
Coveting the drenched red peonies - Iris Tree "Moods III"
Pierced with knives of flame - Iris Tree "Moods III"
Omens mouthed by winds of twilight - Iris Tree "Moods III"
Lean across the precipice of time - Iris Tree "Moods III"
Carrying vast burdens over the crags of chaos - Iris Tree "Moods IV"
Waiting like a vast arch of quietness - Iris Tree "Moods IV"
Pierced by a sword of music - Iris Tree "Moods IV"
Your shadow along the solitary roads - Iris Tree "[My devotion kneels to you]"
A volume of pressed flowers - Iris Tree "[My devotion kneels to you]"
Pain has all the patience of a nun - Iris Tree "[My pain has all the patience of a nun]"
Tasting within the bitter dregs of spleen - Iris Tree "[My pain has all the patience of a nun]"
Looms where we have spun our fancies - Iris Tree "Nerves"
Trapezes that our passion frenzies - Iris Tree "Nerves"
Strange acrobats to catch them - Iris Tree "Nerves"
Tightening strings upon our spirit's fiddles - Iris Tree "Nerves"
Out of tune where music hungers - Iris Tree "Nerves"
Colours twinging on a prism's edges - Iris Tree "Nerves"
Trapped the sun's bright lion - Iris Tree "Nerves"
A poor bewildered clown - Iris Tree "Nerves"
The scarlet rhapsodies and beryl-cold sonatas - Iris Tree "[O faces that look so coldly at me]"
Waltzing with your marionettes - Iris Tree "[O faces that look so coldly at me]"
Spangling a secret radiance on adoring hands - Iris Tree "[Of all who died in silence far away]"
Held crosswise to the budding day - Iris Tree "[Of all who died in silence far away]"
Close to the dancing heels of the day - Iris Tree "[Oh canst thou not hear in my heart all its whispering fears]"
The wind's persuasive violins and bells - Iris Tree "[Oh canst thou not hear in my heart all its whispering fears]"
Through the bleak windows of frost - Iris Tree "[Oh canst thou not hear in my heart all its whispering fears]"
In the cerulean depths of slow oblivion - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"
Moth-winged Cupid painted on the air - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"
Thin flute music petaling the silence - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"
The fire that pillars up the stars - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"
Showering their crystals to the moon - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"
In the folly of rainbow dolphins - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"
In loneliness of prayer unlit by life - Iris Tree "[Oh! why will you not let me love you]"
The promise of Fate's rebound - Iris Tree "[Old woman forever sitting]"
Revenge of Time that waits within the clock - Iris Tree "[Old woman forever sitting]"
Blinking through the oldest tree of wisdom - Iris Tree "[Old woman forever sitting]"
Eyes that prick the darkness - Iris Tree "[Pity the slain that laid away their lives]"
And Sin that batters the door - Iris Tree "[Pity the slain that laid away their lives]"
Spendthrift of passion in love's bankruptcy - Iris Tree "[The scandal-monger after all is right]"
Meet our pity with a traitor's kiss - Iris Tree "[The scandal-monger after all is right]"
All that mob of furious accusation - Iris Tree "[The scandal-monger after all is right]"
Tugging at the moaning bells of death - Iris Tree "[Shall we be christened poets]"
And shut the fingers of wind upon the rushes - Iris Tree "[Shall we be christened poets]"
Tread out the ashes of midnight - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"
The smoke of fire-spangled passion - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"
Gashed with the daggers of street-lights - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"
Crushing the poisonous berries of sinister kisses - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"
Sweeps up the rags of our shadows - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"
Danced in a red smoke of dreams - Iris Tree "[Slowly the pale feet of morning]"
Spinning with spider-hands the miser's web - Iris Tree "Smoke"
Stands on flaming ramparts - Iris Tree "Smoke"
My face without the conquering light - Iris Tree "[Sometimes I look into the glass]"
Whining to the scent of darkness - Iris Tree "Streets"
Walks delicately as a stray spectral cat - Iris Tree "Streets"
The dust heap where our memories lie - Iris Tree "Streets"
Tarnished prisons lined with white and gold - Iris Tree "Streets"
Where starving souls are kept - Iris Tree "Streets"
Feeding upon each other's isolations - Iris Tree "Streets"
Through the crystal chandeliers of morning - Iris Tree "Streets"
Bathed in vitriol twilights - Iris Tree "Streets"
Cimmerian depths of mystery and sin - Iris Tree "Streets"
Penitent souls through haunted corridors - Iris Tree "Streets"
Stand before the gate of brass - Iris Tree "Streets"
No scarves of sleep and silence - Iris Tree "Streets"
The wild bells of lilies ringing - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Star-reflected gardens walled with night - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
In parables and symbols of remorse - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
That jeer from out the wind-stirred tapestries - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
The watchman to deserted houses - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Fits a mask of silver to the moon - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Corpses from the crypts of memory - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Opens the secret chambers of our hopes - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Wreathing love with poppies and with ashes - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Bring myriad lamps in clusters - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Spill the wind of light into our gloom - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Gathering the cold grey lilies of the stars - Iris Tree "[Sun-aureoled lilies are your priestesses]"
Blood of the rose and hyacinth - Iris Tree "[The sun is lord of life and colour]"
Priestess and poisoner she goes - Iris Tree "[The sun is lord of life and colour]"
Her silver flock of wandering souls - Iris Tree "[The sun is lord of life and colour]"
Her chant of wailing waters - Iris Tree "[The sun is lord of life and colour]"
Alleys to the moon - Iris Tree "[There are songs enough of love]"
Stale juices from the shrivelled fruit - Iris Tree "[There are songs enough of love]"
On loom of spaces measureless - Iris Tree "[There are songs enough of love]"
Selling their tarnished twilights - Iris Tree "Thoughts of London"
The racing of brown rabbits on the hill - Iris Tree "To My Mother"
Storms that rattle the bones of the forest - Iris Tree "[Tranquility stirred by a sudden spasm]"
Charred with the spattering of rockets - Iris Tree "[Tranquility stirred by a sudden spasm]"
Those that carry bags of dust - Iris Tree "The Undertone of the Volga Boat Song"
The mud gleams with malicious light - Iris Tree "[Washed at my feet by the curded foam of sluggish waves]"
All the echoed melodies of your soul - Iris Tree "[Washed at my feet by the curded foam of sluggish waves]"
The tiaraed brows of darkness - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
From the green hush of twilight - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
Where silence drips from the trees - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
Where the ghosts blow by - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
On lawns of powdered silver - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
Drawn backward from the moon - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
And omened bagpipe screaming - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
Burn to a blue smoke of forgetting - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
Our red ambitions burn - Iris Tree "[What have I to do with them]"
The clamours knocking without pause - Iris Tree "[What words that move on wings"]
Where Folly is king of midnight - Iris Tree "[When at a masquerade I meet thee]"
The hope and fear in jugglery - Iris Tree "[When I am weary at the antic chance]"
Harlequin through curtained silence trips - Iris Tree "[When I am weary at the antic chance]"
Grew brilliant in the tinsel glare - Iris Tree "[Winding down the streets in wearied gaiety]"
The pallid glints of stolen light - Iris Tree "[Winding down the streets in wearied gaiety]"
Where lethe laps the wharf of sleeping streams - Iris Tree "[Winding down the streets in wearied gaiety]"
Time's ashen coverlet - Iris Tree "[Woods of brown gloom sombring with the hush of death]"
In rags of old desires - Iris Tree "[Woods of brown gloom sombring with the hush of death]"
Sing a blasphemous Te Deum - Iris Tree "[You pass as in a drugged delirium]"
Shutting our lips upon a jest - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: Midnight"
How they struggle in a mist of fire - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 1 A. M."
An army fierce upon its own destruction - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 1 A. M."
Tremendous in a coat of fire - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 1 A. M."
Amid the dust of vanished lives - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 3 A. M."
Fire walked in crimson armour - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 3 A. M."
And whispered omens flew like bats - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 3 A. M."
Among the silver foliage of the stars - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 3 A. M."
And the flamingo messengers will come - Iris Tree "Zeppelins: 3 A. M."
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