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These plaintive verses, the Posts of my desire,
Which haste for succour to her slow regard:
Bear not report of any slender fire,
Forging a grief to win a fame's reward

These little Songs,
Found here and there,
Floating in air By forest and lea,
Or hill-side heather,

The pure, the bright, the
That stirred our hearts in youth,
The impulses to wordless prayer,
The streams of love and truth,

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself But if your love and must needs have desires,
Let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook That sings its melody to the night
To know the pain of too much tenderness

HE wolf of want is
At doors no angel keeps
Young Mary smiled on her Holy Child,
But many a mother weeps

Around the council-board of Hell, with Satan at their head,
The Three Great Scourges of humanity sat
Gaunt Famine, with hollow cheek and voice, arose and spoke,—"O,
Prince,

These sea slugs -they just don't
Japanese

On winter pavements I will pound Them down with glistening glass and sun,
Will let the ceiling hear their sound,
Damp corners-read them, one by one
The attic will repeat my themes And bow to winter with my lines,

Who makes these changes
I shoot an arrow right
It lands left
I ride after a deer and find

Through these pale cold days What dark faces burn Out of three thousand years, And their wild eyes yearn, While underneath their brows Like waifs their spirits grope For the pools of Hebron again— For Lebanon's summer slope
They leave these b...

But these things also are Spring's -On banks by the roadside the
Long-dead that is greyer
Than all the Winter it was;
The shell of a little snail

In these latter-day,
Degenerate times,  Cherry-blossoms everywhere