Is it not a wonderful thing to be able to force an astonished plant to bear rare flowers which are foreign to it. . . and to obtain a ma
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Between two common days this day was hung
When Love went to the ending that was his;
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Is it not brave to be a king, Techelles,--
Usumcasane and Theridamas,
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If I have given myself to you, and you,
And if these pale hands are not virginal,
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Give me no coil of daemon flowers-
Pale Messalines that faint and brood
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You give me no portent of impermanence
Though before sun goes you are long gone hence,
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I raised the veil, I loosed the bands,
I took the dead thing from its place.
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I am not true, but you would pardon this
If you could see the tortured spirit take
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"What did she leave?" . . .
Only these hungry miser-words, poor heart!
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Round them a fierce, wide, crazy noon
Heaves with crushed lips and glowing sides
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Unaware of its terror,
And but half aware
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Are you my songs, importunate of praise?
Be still, remember for your comforting
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THIS POEM, DEDICATED TO HIS MOTHER.
To twilight heads comes Death as comes a friend.
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ANDROMEDA.
Chained to the years by the measureless wrong of man,
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"The lord appeared in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush and behold, the bush burned with fire and the bush was not consumed."-
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Do you remember, Leda?
There are those who love, to whom Love brings
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Did he forget? . . . I do not remember,
All I had of him once I still have to-day;
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Men wondered why I loved you, and none guessed
How sweet your slow, divine stupidity,
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I will not have roses in my room again,
Nor listen to sonnets of Michael Angelo
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I am growing old: I have kept youth too long,
But I dare not let them know it now.
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There shall be a song for both of us that day
Though fools say you have long outlived your
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The evening found us whom the day had fled,
Once more in bitter anger, you and I,
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ONCE when some sudden thought beseeches,
Swift as a homing bird
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O, MANDRAGORA, many sing in praise
Of life, and death, and immortality,--
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A STREET at night, a silent square
That mirth forbids;
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THOU singest, thou, me seems,
Coming from high Parnassus; where thy head
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I
The mind is Beauty's thief, the poet takes
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I came by night to Thèlus wood,
And though in dark and desperate places
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IN days of ancient history
Who were you? Tell me if you know.
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THE hand of carnival was at my door,
I listened to its knocking, and sped down:
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