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EY loved one another
young Edward and his wife,
And in their cottage-home they dwelt, apart from sin and strife
Each evening Edward weary came from a day of honest toil,

I
All June I bound the rose in sheaves
Now, rose by rose,
I strip the

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey
"Vain man," said she, "that dost in vain assay, A mortal thing ...

Sister and mother and diviner love,
And of the sisterhood of the living
Most near, most clear, and of the clearest bloom,
And of the fragrant mothers the most

ST, this one day we own,    Stolen from the crowd and press,    Let it be sweet silence's
We two, heart in heart, alone;
Any speech were less
We are weary, even thus,    Talk might turn to discontent    Else be practised merriment:

So,
Calchas, on the sacred Palatine,
You thought of Mopsus, and o'er wastes of sea A flower brought your message
I divine (Through my deep art) the kindly mockery That played about your lips and in your eyes,

At last
I am alone
Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs
For a few hours at least silence will be ours, if not sleep

When vain desire at last and vain
Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain,
What shall assuage the unforgotten
And teach the unforgetful to forget

I dreamt I was in love again With the One Before the Last,
And smiled to greet the pleasant pain Of that innocent young past
But I jumped to feel how sharp had been The pain when it did live,
How the faded dreams of Nineteen-ten Wer...

Listen to me as one listens to the rain,not attentive, not distracted,light footsteps, thin drizzle,water that is air, air that is time,the day is still leaving,the night has yet to arrive,figurations of mistat the turn of the corner,figurations o...

On His Birthday, 27 August, 1825
OU wak'st from happy sleep to play  With bounding heart, my boy
Before thee lies a long bright day  Of summer and of joy
Thou hast no heavy thought or dream  To cloud thy fearless eye;

Tender only to one Tender and true The petals swing To my fingering Is it you, or you, or you
Tender only to one I do not know his name And the friends who fall To the petals’ call May think my love to blame
Tender only to one This petal...