Poems with rhymes of sign

The troops obey the sign,
And bring me shimmering shadow-robes
And cups of cowslip-wine.

Gaily mount, and wave the sign
Of that mastery of thine.

In wood and field nor hint nor sign
Of one green thing for you or me.
Come in, come in, sweet love of mine,

WHENE’ER across this sinful flesh of mine
I draw the Holy Sign,

Mix in thy bitter wine: -
Drink, while the cup is thine,
Drink, for the draught is sign

Finds in every look a sign,
Catching in some wondrous fashion
Every mood that governs thine.

Opposite to mine;
On his door he tacked a neat,
Clearly lettered sign.

Thou art a symbol and a sign
To Mortals of their fate and force;
Like thee, Man is in part divine,

Come and sign
And everywhere shine.

And leave it round thy neck to twine,
Kai, in thy grave.
There of thy master keep that sign,

There shalt thou miss no needful guiding sign-
For conscience lives, and still its light divine

But - blade of my sword for a sign! -
I am the Master, the dread King Drought,
And the great West Land is mine!

With fingers small and fine,
And there she lay, the elve’s daughter,
And well wotted of that sign.

25 I grudge thee this right hand of mine;
26 I grudge thee this quick-beating heart;
27 They never gave me coward sign,

With the even tramp of an army where no man breaks from the line,
Ye shall march to peace and plenty in the bond of brotherhood -- sign!"

Clearness divine!
Ye heavens, whose pure dark regions have no sign

And she seem'd right joyous at the sign;
To her pallid lips the cup she held,
But she drank of nought but blood-red wine.

'Will the advancing waves obey me, Bishop, if I make the sign?'
Said the Bishop, bowing lowly, 'Land and sea, my lord, are thine.'
Canute turned towards the ocean—'Back!' he said, 'thou foaming brine.

Nor Persian, baffled at her shrine
Lift such a Crucifixial sign

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jury-men may dine;