‘No more she lives to give us bread
Who asked her only stones.’
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Oh, there once was a lady, and so I’ve been told,
‘My child,’ he remarked, ‘though our episode ends,In the manner of men, I suggest we be friends.’And the truest of friends ever after they were-Oh, they lied in their teeth when they told me of her!
Love is sharper than stones or sticks;
Loud in the night as a clock that ticks;Longer-lived than the Wandering Jew.Show me a love was done and through,Tell me a kiss escaped its debt!Son, to your death you’ll pay your due-Women and elephants never forget.Ever a man, alas, would mix,Ever a man, heigh-ho, must woo;So he’s left in the world-old fix,Thus is furthered…
Oh, ponder, friend, the porcupine;
And sit a moment, to defineHis means of self-protection.How truly fortified is he!Where is the beast his doubleIn forethought of emergencyAnd readiness for trouble?Recall his figure, and his shade-How deftly planned and clearlyFor slithering through the dappled gladeUnseen, or pretty nearly.Yet should an alien eye discernHis presence in the woodland,How little has he left to…
My garden blossoms pink and white,
Where I am safe from August nightAnd cannot feel the knife of Spring.And I may walk the pretty placeBefore the curtsying hollyhocksAnd laundered daisies, round of face-Good little girls, in party frocks.My trees are amiably arrayedIn pattern on the dappled sky,And I may sit in filtered shadeAnd watch the tidy years go by.And I may…
‘Then we will have tonight!’ we said.
The morrow touched our eyes, and foundUs walking firm above the ground,Our pulses quick, our blood alight.Tomorrow’s gone- we’ll have tonight!
So take my vows and scatter them to sea;
And say no kinder words than these of me:‘Ever she longed for peace, but was a woman!And thus they are, whose silly female dustNeeds little enough to clutter it and bind it,Who meet a slanted gaze, and ever mustGo build themselves a soul to dwell behind it.’For now I am my own again, my friend!This…