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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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When she returns to me, when there is sound]

When she returns to me, when there is sound
And motion of her, and perfume of her,
And light and laughter of her eyes that were
The stars whither my homeless life was bound,—
When she returns and all my days resound
With Love's clear voice, who is her chorister,
And all my heart is shaken with the stir
Of Love's wide wings, and all my life is crowned
With her and her delight and her desire,
And all the night long, strong and swift as fire,
Her deep caress responds to my embrace,—
When she returns what shall I offer thee,
Upon thine altars in thy dwelling-place,
O God of Love, when she returns to me?
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