Hearing your words, and not a word among them
Tuned to my liking, on a salty day
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NEVER, never may the fruit be plucked from the bough
And gathered into barrels.
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Oh, here the air is sweet and still,
And soft's the grass to lie on;
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Even in the moment of our earliest kiss,
When sighed the straitened bud into the flower,
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Think not, not for a moment let your mind,
Wearied with thinking, doze upon the thought
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Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart
I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain,
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When I too long have looked upon your face,
Wherein for me a brightness unobscured
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No, I will go alone.
I will come back when it's over.
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When we are old and these rejoicing veins
Are frosty channels to a muted stream,
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If it were only still!—
With far away the shrill
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Into the golden vessel of great song
Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast
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Oh, lay my ashes on the wind
That blows across the sea.
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Set the foot down with distrust upon the crust of the
world—it is thin.
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"Wolf!" cried my cunning heart
At every sheep it spied,
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Spring rides no horses down the hill,
But comes on foot, a goose-girl still.
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Night is my sister, and how deep in love,
How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,
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(Vassar College, 1918)
O, loveliest throat of all sweet throats,
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Strong sun, that bleach
The curtains of my room, can you not render
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Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter
We drenched the altars of Love's sacred grove,
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Ho, Giant! This is I!
I have built me a bean-stalk into your sky!
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My most Distinguished Guest and Learned Friend,
The pallid hare that runs before the day
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So, art thou feahered, art thou flown,
Thou naked thing?—and canst alone
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Down, you mongrel, Death!
Back into your kennel!
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I know I might have lived in such a way
As to have suffered only pain:
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I could not bring this splendid world nor any trading beast
In charge of it, to defer, no, not to give ear, not in the least
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Just a rainy day or two
In a windy tower,
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God had called us, and we came;
Our loved Earth to ashes left;
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Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!
Faithless am I am save to love's self alone.
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Make bright the arrows
Gather the shields:
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These hills, to hurt me more,
That am hurt already enough,—
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