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No matter what I say,All that I really loveIs the rain that flattens on the bay,And the eel-grass in the cove;The jingle-shells that lie and bleachAt the tide-line, and the traceOf higher tides along the beach:Nothing in this place.
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grassAnd close my eyes, and let the quiet windBlow over me—I am so tired, so tiredOf passing pleasant places! All my life,Following Care along the dusty road,Have I looked back at…
God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left;Heaven was a neighbor’s house, Open flung to us, bereft.Gay the lights of Heaven showed, And ’twas God who walked ahead;Yet I wept along the road, Wanting my…
The trees along this city street, Save for the traffic and the trains,Would make a sound as thin and sweet As trees in country lanes.And people standing in their shade Out of a shower, undoubtedlyWould hear such music as is…
To what purpose, April, do you return again?Beauty is not enough.You can no longer quiet me with the rednessOf little leaves opening stickily.I know what I know.The sun is hot on my neck as I observeThe spikes of the crocus.The…
I cannot but remember When the year grows old—October—November— How she disliked the cold!She used to watch the swallows Go down across the sky,And turn from the window With a little sharp sigh.And often when the brown leaves Were brittle…
Hard seeds of hate I planted That should by now be grown,— Rough stalks, and from thick stamens A poisonous pollen blown, And odors rank, unbreathable, From dark corollas thrown! At dawn from my damp garden I shook the chilly…
She is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine;She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.She has more hair than she needs; In the sun ’tis a woe to me!And her…
I said,—for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,— “I’ll hear his step and know his step when I am warm in bed;But I’ll never leave my pillow, though there be some As would let him in—and take…
Love, if I weep it will not matter, And if you laugh I shall not care;Foolish am I to think about it, But it is good to feel you there.Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking,— White and awful…