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  • My long first year of perfect love,
    My deep new dream of joy; She was a little chubby girl,
    56 lines
  • WHEN weight of all the garner’d years
    Bows me, and praise must find relief
    9 lines
  • UNDER the flaming wings of cherubim
    I moved toward that high altar. O, the hour!
    27 lines
  • At morn, or when the shaft of fire
    Lies large upon the Indian wave
    44 lines
  • I SPIN, I spin, around, around,
    And close my eyes,
    45 lines
  • THE altar-lights burn low, the incense-fume
    Sickens: O listen, how the priestly prayer
    14 lines
  • Lord, I have knelt and tried to pray to-night,
    But Thy love came upon me like a sleep,
    14 lines
  • A petal, and dream still; and summer's boon
    Of mellow grasses, to be levell'd soon
    14 lines
  • Resolv'd into the dream of thy delight.
    Ah no! the place is common for her feet,
    14 lines
  • Through half a summer day, for love bestow,
    Then in some warm old garden let me grow
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  • Ah, why so swift despair! There yet will be
    Warm noons, the honey'd leavings of the year,
    14 lines
  • With chin on palm, and wide-set eyes I stare,
    Beyond the liquid quiver and the glare,
    14 lines
  • STILL deep into the West I gazed; the light
    Clear, spiritual, tranquil as a bird
    57 lines
  • Where'er they fell; the tir'd wind hither call
    Her gentle fellows; shining beetles stray
    14 lines
  • I found Thee in my heart, O Lord,
    As in some secret shrine;
    19 lines, 2 comments
  • Voiceful to hear how round thyself alone
    The enriched silence drops for thy delight
    14 lines
  • Or sought, will not be found through joy or fear;
    If still Thou claimst me, seek me. I am here.
    22 lines
  • Finds motionless white mists out on the leas.
    Dear chance it were in some rough wood-god's lair
    14 lines
  • Or 'mid the coolness of dim lighted caves
    Sway in a trance of vague deliciousness;
    14 lines
  • The day flows in and floats; a calm retreat
    Of temper'd light where fair things fair things meet;
    14 lines, 4 comments
  • With brain o’erworn, with heart a summer clod,
    With eye so practised in each form around,—
    14 lines
  • Thy delicate tyranny, the inviolate
    Poise of thy folded hands, thy fallen hair.
    14 lines
  • Nor ebbing Time vexes Eternity,
    Where that lone thought outsoars the mortal bar.
    14 lines
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