Because within my hand I held
Your hand again.
There is no word nor any sign
Can make amend — –
He is a stranger to me now
Who was my friend.
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There’s a ponderous pundit MacHugh
As he mostly sees doubleTo wear them why trouble?I can’t see the Joe Miller. Can you?
Now, O now, in this brown land
We two shall wander, hand in hand,Forbearing for old friendship’ sake,Nor grieve because our love was gayWhich now is ended in this way.A rogue in red and yellow dressIs knocking, knocking at the tree;And all around our lonelinessThe wind is whistling merrily.The leaves — – they do not sigh at allWhen the year takes them…
Again!
From far a low word breathes on the breaking brainIts cruel calm, submission’s misery,Gentling her awe as to a soul predestined.Cease, silent love! My doom!Blind me with your dark nearness, O have mercy, beloved enemy of my will!I dare not withstand the cold touch that I dread.Draw from me stillMy slow life! Bend deeper on…
Bright cap and streamers,
Come follow, come follow,All you that love.Leave dreams to the dreamersThat will not after,That song and laughterDo nothing move.With ribbons streamingHe sings the bolder;In troop at his shoulderThe wild bees hum.And the time of dreamingDreams is over — –As lover to lover,Sweetheart, I come.
A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone star
As thou, fond heart, love’s time, so faint, so far,Rememberest.The clear young eyes’ soft look, the candid brow,The fragrant hair,Falling as through the silence falleth nowDusk of the air.Why then, remembering those shySweet lures, repineWhen the dear love she yielded with a sighWas all but thine?
I would in that sweet bosom be
Where no rude wind might visit me.Because of sad austeritiesI would in that sweet bosom be.I would be ever in that heart(O soft I knock and soft entreat her!)Where only peace might be my part.Austerities were all the sweeterSo I were ever in that heart.