Love Poems – Page 3434

• The Future — never spoke —

  The Future — never spoke — / Nor will He — like the Dumb — / Reveal by sign — a syllable …

• The Gentian has a parched Corolla —

  The Gentian has a parched Corolla — / Like azure dried / 'Tis Nature's buoyant juices …

• The Gentian weaves her fringes —

  The Gentian weaves her fringes — / The Maple's loom is red — / My departing blossoms …

• The gleam of an heroic Act

  The gleam of an heroic Act / Such strange illumination / The Possible's slow fuse is lit …

• The going from a world we know

  The going from a world we know / To one a wonder still / Is like the child's adversity …

• The good Will of a Flower

  The good Will of a Flower / The Man who would possess / Must first present …

• The Grace — Myself — might not obtain —

  The Grace — Myself — might not obtain — / Confer upon My flower — / Refracted but a Countenance — …

• The Grass

  And even when it dies, to pass / In odors so divine, / As lowly spices gone to sleep, …

• The grave my little cottage is,

  The grave my little cottage is, / Where "Keeping house" for thee / I make my parlor orderly …

• The Guest is gold and crimson —

  The Guest is gold and crimson — / An Opal guest and gray — / Of Ermine is his doublet — …

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