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What need of hope, with summer in the sky?What of regret, with all fair morrows ours?If yesterday be gone,No reck, ’twas not alone,To-morrow will have just so sweet long hours.But yet to-day is sweetest till ’tis flown.But wait. Let summer day be changed from day,Like following surges of the ebb and flow;And flow brings breath…

And for this crowding to and fro,And thud and roar of wheels and feet,Were elm-trees and the linnet’s trill,The little gurgles of the rill,And breath of meadow-flowers that blowEre roses make the summer sweet.‘Twas long ago; ’twas yesterday:Our peach would just be new with leaves,The swallow pair that used to layTheir glimmering eggs beneath our…

Lo, we, that should be old, have learned our youth;We are not manly ripe; we have not dowerOf all the wisdom that a world can gainIn the centuries of work, peace, war, hope, pain;We are not strong with all the gathered powerFrom age to age left our inheritance;We stand not near the goal, there by…

And breathes the sweeter and will more unfoldFor winds that tear it, and the sorrowful rain.So in a thousand voices has the strainOf this dear patient madness been retold,That men call woman’s love. Ah! they are bold,Naming for love that grief which does remain.Love faints that looks on baseness face to face:Love pardons all; but…

and, sigh or scold, and, argue or intreat,what have you done but waste your part of lifeon impotent fool’s battles with the winds,that will blow as they list in spite of you?Fie, I am weary of your pettish griefsagainst the world that’s given, like a childwho whines and pules because his bread’s not cake,because the…

But, singing done with, loving’s done with quite,The autumn sunders every twittering two.And I’d not have love make too much adoWith sweet parades of fondness and delight,Lest iterant wont should make caresses trite,Love-names mere cuckoo ousters of the true.Oh heart can hear heart’s sense in senseless nought,And heart that’s sure of heart has little speech.What…