That he the metal, she the stone,
Had cherished secretly alone.
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‘Sas agapo sas agapo,’
”Sas agapo’?’ she murmured-‘O,I wonder, now, what _that_ is!’Was she less fair that she did bearSo light a load of knowledge?Are loving looks got out of books,Or kisses taught in college?Of woman’s lore give me no moreThan how to love,-in manyA tongue men brawl: she speaks them allWho says ‘I love,’ in any.
O Reverend Ravlin, once with sounding lung
Urged all the fiery boycotters afieldAnd swore you’d rather follow them than yield,Alas, how brief the time, how great the change!Your dogs of war are ailing all of mange;The loose leash dangles from your finger-tips,But the loud ‘havoc’ dies upon your lips.No spirit animates your feeble clayYou’d rather yield than even run away.In vain McGlashan…
Oft from a trading-boat I purchased spice
From the fair tropics-paid a Christian priceAnd was content in my fool’s paradise,Where never had been heard the word ‘Protection.’‘T was my sole island; there I dwelt aloneNo customs-house, collector nor collection,But a man came, who, in a pious toneCondoled with me that I had never knownThe manifest advantage of Protection.So, when the trading-boat arrived…
The Church’s compass, if you please,
Of variation;And many a soul has gone to griefOn this or that or t’other reefThrough faith unreckoning or briefMiscalculation.Misguidance is of perils chiefTo navigation.The obsequious thing makes, too, you’ll mark,Obeisance through a little arcOf declination;For Satan, fearing witches, drewFrom Death’s pale horse, one day, a shoe,And nailed it to his door to undoTheir machination.Since then…
I muse upon the distant town
Above my head the sunbeams crownThe graveyard’s giant rood.The lupin blooms among the tombs.The quail recalls her brood.Ah, good it is to sit and traceThe shadow of the cross;It moves so still from place to placeO’er marble, bronze and moss;With graves to mark upon its arcOur time’s eternal loss.And sweet it is to watch the…
I dreamed that I was poor and sick and sad,
My ventures all miscarrying-naught hadFor all my labor in the heat and strife.And in my heart some certain thoughts were rifeOf an unsummoned exit. As I layConsidering my bitter state, I cried:‘Alas! that hither I did ever stray.Better in some fair country to have diedThan live in such a land, where Fortune never(Unless he be…