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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
Midsummer, was it, when They died—A full, and perfect time—The Summer closed upon itselfIn Consummated Bloom— The Corn, her furthest kernel filledBefore the coming Flail—When These—leaned unto Perfectness—Through Haze of Burial—
Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlasting Hill A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow Flickers upon Cordillera— At Day’s superior close!
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet Our bashful feet. My holiday shall be That they remember me; My paradise, the fame That…
Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be scant For Opportunity— The River reaches to my feet— As yet—My Heart be dry— Oh Lover—Life could not convince— Might Death—enable Thee— The River reaches…
Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
Many a phrase has the English language— I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricket, Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue— Murmuring, like old Caspian Choirs, When the Tide’s a’ lull— Saying itself in new infection— Like…
Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly As when her little mortal nest With cunning care she wove— If either of her “sparrows fall,” She “notices,” above.
Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”! Draw me a Robin—on a stem— So I am hearing him, I’ll dream, And…
Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums. I check my busy pencil, My figures file away. Wherefore, my baffled fingers They perplexity?
Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we— Taking turns—at the Chimborazo— Ducal—at last—stand up by thee— Love—thou are deep— I cannot cross thee— But, were there Two Instead of One— Rower, and…