The Truth of Woman
Woman's faith, and woman's trust—Write the characters in the dust;
Stamp them on the running stream,
Print them on the moon's pale beam,
And each evanescent
Woman's faith, and woman's trust—Write the characters in the dust;
Stamp them on the running stream,
Print them on the moon's pale beam,
And each evanescent
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of my pain:
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain;
In truth, oh Love, with what a boyish kind Thou doest proceed in thy most serious ways:
That when the heav'n to thee his best displays,
Yet of that best thou leav'st the best behind
For like a child that some fair book doth find,
Some say love's a little boy,
And some say it's a bird,
Some say it makes the world go around,
Some say that's absurd,
Despair has no wings,
Nor has love,
No countenance:
They do not speak
Gone,
I say and walk from church,refusing the stiff procession to the grave,letting the dead ride alone in the hearse
It is June
I am tired of being brave
I will always be in love
I'll never stop loving you
Watching the stars shine every night
Holding you in my arms
Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
And if sun comes
How shall we greet him?
Shall we not dread him,
Shall we not fear him