Homely phrase of our southland bright—
Keep steady step to the flam of the drum;
Touch to the left—eyes to the right—
Sing with the soul tho’ the lips be dumb.
Hard to be good when the wind ’s in the east;
Hard to be gay when the heart is down;...
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From “Susan: A Poem of Degrees” |
Frigid and sweet Her parting Face — |
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead |
I could not drink it, Sweet, |
No matter — now — Sweet — |
Oh give it Motion — deck it sweet |
Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision. |
Sweet hours have perished here, |
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