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My heart is what it was before, A house where people come and go;But it is winter with your love, The sashes are beset with snow.I light the lamp and lay the cloth, I blow the coals to blaze again;But…
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel!I hove stolen breath In a stalk of fennel!You shall scratch and you shall whine Many a night, and you shall worry Many a bone, before you buryOne sweet bone of mine!When shall…
April this year, not otherwise Than April of a year ago,Is full of whispers, full of sighs, Of dazzling mud and dingy snow; Hepaticas that pleased you soAre here again, and butterflies.There rings a hammering all day, And shingles lie…
These wet rocks where the tide has been, Barnacled white and weeded brownAnd slimed beneath to a beautiful green, These wet rocks where the tide went downWill show again when the tide is high Faint and perilous, far from shore,No…
The railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking, Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day But I hear its whistle shrieking.All night there isn’t a train goes by, Though the night is…
I had forgotten how the frogs must soundAfter a year of silence, else I thinkI should not so have ventured forth aloneAt dusk upon this unfrequented road. I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walkBetween me and the crying of…
If it were only still!—With far away the shrillCrying of a cock;Or the shaken bellFrom a cow’s throatMoving through the bushes;Or the soft shockOf wizened apples fallingFrom an old treeIn a forgotten orchardUpon the hilly rock! Oh, grey hill,Where the…
Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrowShares the darkness,—presently Every bed is narrowUnremembered as old rain Dries the sheer libation,And the little petulant hand Is an annotation.After all, my erstwhile dear, My no longer cherished,Need we say it…
White with daisies and red with sorrel And empty, empty under the sky!—Life is a quest and love a quarrel— Here is a place for me to lie.Daisies spring from damnèd seeds, And this red fire that here I seeIs…
Ho, Giant! This is I!I have built me a bean-stalk into your sky!La,—but it’s lovely, up so high! This is how I came,—I putHere my knee, there my foot,Up and up, from shoot to shoot—And the blessed bean-stalk thinningLike the…