Are dear to men, whom count me not among,That owe their daily credit to her smile;Such have been succoured out of great distressBy her contriving, if accounts be true:Their deference now above the board, I guess,Dishcharges what beneath the board is due.As for myself, I’d liefer lack her aidThan eat her presence; let this building…
By all the needs and notions of my kind,Am urged by your propinquity to findYour person fair, and feel a certain zestTo bear you body’s weight upon my breast:So subtly is the fume of life designed,To clairfy the pulse and cloud the mind,And leave me once again undone, possessed.Think not for this, however, the poor…
Shares the darkness,—presentlyEvery bed is narrow.Unremembered as old rainDries the sheer libation,And the little petulant handIs an annotation.After all, my erstwhile dear,My no longer cherished,Need we say it was not love,Now that love is perished?
That the work’s done and the long day behind,And beauty, since ’tis paid for, can be bought.If in the moonlight from the silent boughSuddenly with precision speak your nameThe nightingale, be not assured that nowHis wing is limed and his wild virtue tame.Beauty beyond all feathers that have flownIs free; you shall not hood her…
As many nights as there are daysWith weeping for your sake?And what are you that, missing you,As many days as crawlI should be listening to the windAnd looking at the wall?I know a man that’s a braver manAnd twenty men as kind,And what are you, that you should beThe one man in my mind?Yet women’s…
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable —But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,We lay on the hill-top underneath the moon;And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.We were very tired, we were very merry —We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;And…
Suffer me to take your hand.Death comes in a day or two.All the things we ever knewWill be ashes in that hour,Mark the transient butterfly,How he hangs upon the flower.Suffer me to take your hand.Suffer me to cherish youTill the dawn is in the sky.Whether I be false or true,Death comes in a day or…
.And drag me at your chariot till I die, —.Oh, heavy prince! Oh, panderer of hearts! —.Yet hear me tell how in their throats they lie.Who shout you mighty: thick about my hair,.Day in, day out, your ominous arrows purr,.Who still am free, unto no querulous care.A fool, and in no temple worshiper!.I, that have…
You are betrayed… Here is no treasure hid,No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroringThe sought-for truth, no heads of women slainFor greed like yours, no writhings of distress,But only what you see… Look yet again—An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless.Yet this alone out of my life I keptUnto myself, lest any know me quite;And you did…
