Since I lost you, my darling, the sky has come near, And I am of it, the small sharp stars are quite near, The white moon going among them like a white bird among snow-berries, And the sound of her gently rustling in heaven like a bird I hear.
And I am willing to come to...
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You never understood, O unknown one, Why it was I repaid Your devoted friendship and delicate ministrations First with diminished thanks, Afterward by gradually withdrawing my presence from you, So that I might not be compelled to thank you, And then with silence...
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You were glad to-night: and now you’ve gone away. Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed; But as you fall asleep I hear you say Those tired sweet drowsy words we left unsaid.
Sleep well: for I can follow you, to bless And lull your distant beauty where you...
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How could I love you more? I would give up Even that beauty I have loved too well That I might love you better. Alas, how poor the gifts that lovers give— I can but give you of my flesh and strength, I can but give you these few passing days And passionate...
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Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and whispers to you As a beautiful friend Who remembers.
Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of...
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When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don’t stand still and look around On all the hills I haven’t hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it? No, not as there is a time to talk. I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, ...
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O, my friend, What fitting word can I say? You, my chum, My companion of infinite talks, My inspiration, My guide, Through whom I saw myself at best; You, the light of this western country. You, a great richness. A glory, A charm, Product...
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Adieu, kind Life, though thou hast often been Lavish of quip, and scant of courtesy, Beneath thy roughness I have found in thee A host who doth my parting favor win. Friend, teacher, sage, and sometimes harlequin, Thine every mood hath held some good for me,— Nor...
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An old silver church in a forest Is my love for you. The trees around it Are words that I have stolen from your heart. An old silver bell, the last smile you gave, Hangs at the top of my church. It rings only when you come through the forest And stand beside it...
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Tell me, Was Venus more beautiful Than you are, When she topped The crinkled waves, Drifting shoreward On her plaited shell? Was Botticelli’s vision Fairer than mine; And were the painted rosebuds He tossed his lady Of better worth Than...
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