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Poems and dramas of George Cabot Lodge

Lodge, George Cabot (1873-1909)

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VOLUME I
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VOLUME II
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THE GREAT ADVENTURE
  
[dedication]
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I LIFE
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II LOVE
  
[dedication]
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[I O sea, nature's eternal palimpsest,]
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[II She is the sea's star-smitten amethyst;]
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[III Thunder, like thunder of the wind-scourged sea,]
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[IV Her soul is free from Time's fantastic trance:]
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[V Her days are like the white processional]
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[VI Her hair is hued like shadow where light is]
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[VII I give my whole life for her dwelling-place]
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[VIII She moulded life, with hands subtle and wise,]
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[IX That day of the innumerable days]
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[X In the shadow and glamour of the ways]
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[XI My lips were bruised against her lips, my eyes]
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[XII Her breast is perfumed and profound as sleep]
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[XIII We shared the silent faith and truth of things]
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[XIV My lips shut hard against her lyric throat]
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[XV She stood in the weird moonlight of a dream]
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[XVI Her eyes are spacious as the starlight is]
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[XVII We strayed in Time's dream-haunted night]
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[XVIII We loved the moon in strange sweet ways]
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[XIX She said: “Heart breaks—yet, strangely, into song]
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[XX When she returns to me, when there is sound]
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[XXI What save her memory has Time left to me]
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[XXII Remembrance is a desolate loneliness]
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[XXIII I know in some far, fabled place]
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[XXIV I thought she came in hushed and secret wise]
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[XXV Vainly the days return, in vain by night]
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[XXVI She said: “I know the miracle is this]
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III DEATH
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THE SOUL'S INHERITANCE AND OTHER POEMS
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HERAKLES

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[XVI
Her eyes are spacious as the starlight is]

Her eyes are spacious as the starlight is;
Her brows are clear and pale as porphyry;
Her breasts are hueless as young ivory,
Save where they crimson, wounded by a kiss.
Her beauty wears the mood of Nemesis;
She is aloof from Time and Memory;
Her hands were shaped for love, and utterly
Her lip's deep curve was carved and stained for this.
I will alone, in silence, go to her
And feel beneath my kiss her pulses stir,
And in her hair the perfume of Love's breath;
And she will understand and bear with me
The joy of life, the pain, the mystery;
The thought, the fear, the loneliness of death.
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