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If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close— Since I am of the Druid, And she is of the dew— I’ll deck Tradition’s buttonhole— And send…
If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot. And if to miss, were merry, And to mourn, were gay, How very blithe the fingers That gathered this, Today!
If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise, Can the Anemones Be reckoned up? If night stands fast—then noon To gird us for the sun, What gaze! When from a thousand…
If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee. If it had no word, Would it make the Daisy, Most as big as I was, When it plucked me?
If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gates Blazed open—suddenly— That in my awkward—gazing—face— The Angels—softly peered— And touched me with their fleeces, Almost as if they cared— I’m banished—now—you know…
If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb. If I couldn’t thank you, Being fast asleep, You will know I’m trying Why my Granite lip!
If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam— And noon should burn— As it has usual done— If Birds should build as early And Bees as bustling go— One might depart…
If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away— If I should cease to take the names My buds commemorate— ‘Twill be because Death’s finger Claps…
If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me— Until they lock it in the Grave, ‘Tis Bliss I cannot weigh— For tho’ they lock…
If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that grows From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or storm— Or frost, or death, or anyone— My business were so dear! If they…