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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…
Death, I say, my heart is bowed Unto thine, O mother!This red gown will make a shroud Good as any other.(I, that would not wait to wear My own bridal things,In a dress dark as my hair Made my answerings.I,…
All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree! Ere spring was going—ah, spring is gone! And there comes no summer to the like of you and me,— Blossom time is early, but no fruit sets on. All the dog-wood blossoms…
Let the little birds sing; Let the little lambs play; Spring is here; and so ’tis spring;— But not in the old way! I recall a place Where a plum-tree grew; There you lifted up your face, And blossoms covered…
The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,-it must have been Very pretty.
I The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,-it must have been Very pretty. II…
Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oftFalls the knocker of my door— Neither loud nor soft,But as long accustomed, Under Sorrow’s hand?Marigolds around the step And rosemary stand,And then comes Sorrow— And what does Sorrow careFor the rosemary Or…
I knew her for a little ghost That in my garden walked;The wall is high—higher than most— And the green gate was locked.And yet I did not think of that Till after she was gone—I knew her by the broad…
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; Eat I must, and sleep I will,—and would that night were here!But ah!—to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike! Would that it were day again!—with twilight…