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Night is my sister, and how deep in love,How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,There to be fretted by the drag and shoveAt the tide’s edge, I lie—these things and more:Whose arm alone between me and the sand,Whose voice…
Since I cannot persuade you from this moodOf pale preoccupation with the dead,Not for my comfort nor for your own goodShift your concern to living bones instead;Since that which Helen did and ended TroyIs more than I can do though…
Of all that ever in extreme disease“Sweet Love, sweet cruel Love, have pity!” cried,Count me the humblest, hold me least of theseThat wear the red heart crumpled in the side,In heaviest durance, dreaming or awake,Filling the dungeon with their piteous…
Nay, learnèd doctor, these fine leeches freshFrom the pond’s edge my cause cannot remove:Alas, the sick disorder in my fleshIs deeper than your skill, is very love.And you, good friar, far liefer would I thinkUpon my dear, and dream him…
No lack of counsel from the shrewd and wiseHow love may be acquired and how conservedWarrants this laying bare before your eyesMy needle to your north abruptly swerved;If I would hold you, I must hide my fearsLest you be wanton,…
This beast that rends me in the sight of all,This love, this longing, this oblivious thing,That has me under as the last leaves fall,Will glut, will sicken, will be gone by spring.The wound will heal, the fever will abate,The knotted…
What thing is this that, built of salt and limeAnd such dry motes as in the sunbeam show,Has power upon me that do daily climbThe dustless air?—for whom those peaks of snowWhereup the lungs of man with borrowed breathGo labouring…
Sweet sounds, oh, beautiful music, do not cease! Reject me not into the world again. With you alone is excellence and peace, Mankind made plausible, his purpose plain. Enchanted in your air benign and shrewd, With limbs a-sprawl and empty…
For this your mother sweated in the cold,For this you bled upon the bitter tree:A yard of tinsel ribbon bought and sold;A paper wreath; a day at home for me.The merry bells ring out, the people kneel;Up goes the man…
Read in Washington, November eighteenth, 1923, at the unveilingof a statue of three leaders in the cause of Equal Rights for Women Upon this marble bust that is not ILay the round, formal wreath that is not fame;But in the…