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Now that the west is washed of clouds and clear,The sun gone under his beams laid by,You, that require a quarter of the skyTo shine alone in: prick the dusk, appear,Beautiful Venus! The dense atmosphereCannot diffuse your rays, you blaze…

Thou famished grave, I will not fill thee yet,Roar though thou dost, I am too happy here;Gnaw thine own sides, fast on; I have no fearOf thy dark project, but my heart is setOn living – I have heroes to…

Now let the mouth of wailing for a timeBe shut, ye happy mourners; and returnTo the marked door, the ribbon and the fern,Without a tear. The good man in his prime,The pretty child, the Gone—from a fair climeAbove the ashes…

Enormous moon, that rise behind these hillsHeavy and yellow in a sky unstarredAnd pale, your girth by purple fillets barredOf drifting cloud, that as the cool sky fillsWith planets and the brighter stars, distillsTo thinnest vapor and floats valley-ward,—You flood…

(Nicola Sacco—Bartolomeo Vanzetti)Executed August 23, 1927 I As men have loved their lovers in times pastAnd sung their wit, their virtue and their grace,So have we loved sweet Justice to the last,That now lies here in an unseemly place.The child…

Oh, sleep forever in the Latmian cave,Mortal Endymion, darling of the Moon!Her silver garments by the senseless waveShouldered and dropped and on the shingle strewn,Her fluttering hand against her forehead pressed,Her scattered looks that troubled all the sky,Her rapid footsteps…

If in the years to come you should recall,When faint at heart or fallen on hungry days,Or full of griefs and little if at allFrom them distracted by delights or praise;When failing powers or good opinion lostHave bowed your neck,…

The heart once broken is a heart no more,And is absolved from all a heart must be;All that it signed or chartered heretoforeIs cancelled now, the bankrupt heart is free;So much of duty as you may requireOf shards and dust,…

There is a well into whose bottomless eye, Though I were flayed, I dare not lean and look, Sweet once with mountain water, now gone dry, Miraculously abandoned by the brook Wherewith for years miraculously fed It kept a constant…

Now by the path I climbed, I journey back.The oaks have grown; I have been long away.Taking with me your memory and your lackI now descend into a milder day;Stripped of your love, unburdened of my hope,Descend the path I…