Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
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A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
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I think that I shall never know
Why I am thus, and I am so.
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The Lives and Times of John Keats,
Percy Bysshe Shelley, and
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Because my love is quick to come and go-
A little here, and then a little there-
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Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
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In April, in April,
My one love came along,
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Oh, mercifullest one of all,
Oh, generous as dear,
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When I am old, and comforted,
And done with this desire,
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Although I work, and seldom cease,
At Dumas pere and Dumas fils,
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Should Heaven send me any son,
I hope he's not like Tennyson.
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So silent I when Love was by
He yawned, and turned away;
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When my eyes are weeds,
And my lips are petals, spinning
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Oh, both my shoes are shiny new,
And pristine is my hat;
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In May my heart was breaking-
Oh, wide the wound, and deep!
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This, no song of an ingénue,
This, no ballad of innocence;
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There's little to have but the things I had,
There's little to bear but the things I bore.
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Daily I listen to wonder and woe,
Nightly I hearken to knave or to ace,
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Love is sharper than stones or sticks;
Lone as the sea, and deeper blue;
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Authors and actors and artists and such
Never know nothing, and never know much.
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The days will rally, wreathing
Their crazy tarantelle;
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Little things that no one needs —
Little things to joke about —
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I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
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Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
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Who call him spurious and shoddy
Shall do it o'er my lifeless body.
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I never see that prettiest thing-
A cherry bough gone white with Spring-
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There's little in taking or giving,
There's little in water or wine;
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Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
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They hurried here, as soon as you had died,
Their faces damp with haste and sympathy,
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How shall I wail, that wasn't meant for weeping?
Love has run and left me, oh, what then?
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