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Mine Enemy is growing old — I have at last Revenge — The Palate of the Hate departs — If any would avenge Let him be quick — the Viand flits — It is a faded Meat — Anger as…

Meeting by Accident, We hovered by design — As often as a Century An error so divine Is ratified by Destiny, But Destiny is old And economical of Bliss As Midas is of Gold —

March is the Month of Expectation. The things we do not know — The Persons of prognostication Are coming now — We try to show becoming firmness — But pompous Joy Betrays us, as his first Betrothal Betrays a Boy.

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in The mind was built for mighty Freight For dread occasion planned How often foundering at Sea…

A faded Boy — in sallow Clothes Who drove a lonesome Cow To pastures of Oblivion — A statesman’s Embryo — The Boys that whistled are extinct — The Cows that fed and thanked Remanded to a Ballad’s Barn Or…

A face devoid of love or grace, A hateful, hard, successful face, A face with which a stone Would feel as thoroughly at ease As were they old acquaintances — First time together thrown.

A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork Without a Revery — And so encountering a Fly This January Day Jamaicas of Remembrance stir That send me reeling in — The moderate drinker of Delight Does not deserve the spring — Of…

A brief, but patient illness — An hour to prepare, And one below this morning Is where the angels are — It was a short procession, The Bobolink was there — An aged Bee addressed us — And then we…

Luck is not chance – It’s Toil – Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned – The Father of the Mine Is that old fashioned Coin We spurned –

Love’s stricken “why” Is all that love can speak – Built of but just a syllable The hugest hearts that break.