The Double Ninth
Man ages all too easily, not Nature;
Year by year the Double Ninth returns
On this Double Ninth,
The yellow blooms on the battle field smell sweeter
Man ages all too easily, not Nature;
Year by year the Double Ninth returns
On this Double Ninth,
The yellow blooms on the battle field smell sweeter
Since thou hast view'd some Gorgon, and art grown A solid stone:
To bring again to softness thy hard heart Is past my art
Ice may relent to water in a thaw;
But stone made flesh Loves Chymistry ne're saw
Double red daisies, they’re my flowers, Which nobody else may grow
In a big quarrelsome house like ours They try it sometimes—but no, I root them up because they’re my flowers, Which nobody else may grow
Claire has a tea-rose, but she di...
The big teetotum twirls,
And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls;
But of the loss and gain The sum is always plain
Read on the mighty pall,
Time, wouldst thou hurt us
Never shall we grow old
Break as thou wilt these bodies of blind clay,
Thou canst not touch us here, in our stronghold, Where two, made one, laugh all thy powers away