Thought the matter over – then
Went and dug them up again.
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With pretty lamps to quench the gloomAnd mottoes on the wall.There all the things are waxen neatAnd set in decorous lines;And there are posies, round and sweet,And little, straightened vines.Her mind lives tidily, apartFrom cold and noise and pain,And bolts the door against her heart,Out wailing in the rain.
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Nor seek to know the look of that which diesImportuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,But, for a little, let your step be slow.And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wiseWith words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-Though white…
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There is the Novelty Affair,Given by the womanWho is awfully clever at that sort of thing.Everybody must come in fancy dress;They are always eleven Old-Fashioned Girls,And fourteen Hawaiian gentlemenWearing the native costumeOf last season’s tennis clothes, with a wreath around theneck.The hostess introduces a series of clean, home games:Each participant is given a fair chanceTo…
‘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!
You know the bloom, unearthly white,
The tender moon, alone, may bareIts beauty to the secret air.Who’d venture past its dark retreatMust kneel, for holy things and sweet,That blossom, mystically blown,No man may gather for his ownNor touch it, lest it droop and fall….Oh, I am not like that at all!
When first we saw the apple tree
But never grief to give had we,Though Spring delayed so late.When last I came away from thereThe boughs were heavy hung,But little grief had I to spareFor Summer, perished young.