That’s the measure of my lore-
Here’s my bitterness:
Would I knew a little more,
Or very much less!
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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…
When I am old, and comforted,
With Memory to share my bedAnd Peace to share my fire,I’ll comb my hair in scalloped bandsBeneath my laundered cap,And watch my cool and fragile handsLie light upon my lap.And I will have a sprigged gownWith lace to kiss my throat;I’ll draw my curtain to the town,And hum a purring note.And I’ll forget the way…
Because your eyes are slant and slow,
My heart is high again; but oh,I doubt if this will get me much.
Oh, seek, my love, your newer way;
So long as I have yesterday,Go take your damned tomorrow!
There was one a-riding grand
And a fine gold bandHe brought me there.A little, gold bandHe held to meThat would shine on a handFor the world to see.There was one a-walking swiftTo a little, new song,And a rose was the giftHe carried along,First of all the posies,Dewy and red.They that have rosesNever need bread.There was one with a swaggerAnd a…
He’d have given me rolling lands,
Pearls, to trickle between my hands,Smoldering rubies, to circle my arms.You- you’d only a lilting song,Only a melody, happy and high,You were sudden and swift and strong-Never a thought for another had I.He’d have given me laces rare,Dresses that glimmered with frosty sheen,Shining ribbons to wrap my hair,Horses to draw me, as fine as a…