When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf,
Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds;
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The stars are soft as flowers, and as near;
The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun;
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I. The Minor Poet
His little trills and chirpings were his best.
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If she had been beautiful, even,
Or wiser than women about her,
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By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
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Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
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Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
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Little things that no one needs —
Little things to joke about —
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When I consider, pro and con,
What things my love is built upon --
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The same to me are sombre days and gay.
Though joyous dawns the rosy morn, and bright,
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The ladies men admire, I've heard,
Would shudder at a wicked word.
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Men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses.
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There's a place I know where the birds swing low,
And wayward vines go roaming,
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This, no song of an ingénue,
This, no ballad of innocence;
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Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
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All her hours were yellow sands,
Blown in foolish whorls and tassels;
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Now it's over, and now it's done;
Why does everything look the same?
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My own dear love, he is strong and bold
And he cares not what comes after.
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If I don't drive around the park,
I'm pretty sure to make my mark.
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Love has gone a-rocketing.
That is not the worst;
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Whose love is given over-well
Shall look on Helen's face in hell,
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Four be the things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
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Helen of Troy had a wandering glance;
Sappho's restriction was only the sky;
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Such glorious faith as fills your limpid eyes,
Dear little friend of mine, I never knew.
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Lilacs blossom just as sweet
Now my heart is shattered.
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Death's the lover that I'd be taking;
Wild and fickle and fierce is he.
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Oh, I should like to ride the seas,
A roaring buccaneer;
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Oh, lead me to a quiet cell
Where never footfall rankles,
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Daily dawns another day;
I must up, to make my way.
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I met a man the other day-
A kindly man, and serious-
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