If external action is effeteand rhyme is outmoded,
I shall revert to you,
Habakkuk, as when in a Bible classthe teacher was speaking of unrhymed verse
He said - and I think I repeat his exact words - "Hebrew poetry is prosewith...
SO I have kissed you
And this hour is mine
Its light along the level future lasts,
It crowns a drab eternity of Pasts
I remember,
I
The house where I was born,
The little window where the
Lo
Winter drives his horrors round; Wide o'er the rugged soil they fly; In their cold spells each stream is bound, While at the magic of their eye Each sign of Spring's gay beauty fades,
And one white wild the aching sight invades
I...
In me, past, present, future
To hold long chiding conference
My lusts usurp the present
And strangle Reason in his seat