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THE GRAVE
I keep no more a lone distress,
The crowd have come to see thy grave,
Small thanks or credit shall I have,
But these shall see it none the less.
The crowd have come to see thy grave,
Small thanks or credit shall I have,
But these shall see it none the less.
The happy maiden's tears are free
And she will weep and give them way;
Yet one unschool'd in want will say
“The dead are dead and let them be.”
And she will weep and give them way;
Yet one unschool'd in want will say
“The dead are dead and let them be.”
Another whispers sick with loss:
“O let the simple slab remain!
The ‘Mercy Jesu’ in the rain!
The ‘Miserere’ in the moss!
“O let the simple slab remain!
The ‘Mercy Jesu’ in the rain!
The ‘Miserere’ in the moss!
“I love the daisy weeping dew,
I hate the trim-set plots of art!”
My friend, thou speakest from the heart,
But look, for these are nature too.
I hate the trim-set plots of art!”
My friend, thou speakest from the heart,
But look, for these are nature too.
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TO A. H. H.
Young is the grief I entertain,
And ever new the tale she tells,
And ever young the face that dwells
With reason cloister'd in the brain:
And ever new the tale she tells,
And ever young the face that dwells
With reason cloister'd in the brain:
Yet grief deserves a nobler name,
She spurs an imitative will;
'Tis shame to fail so far, and still
My failing shall be less my shame.
She spurs an imitative will;
'Tis shame to fail so far, and still
My failing shall be less my shame.
Considering what mine eyes have seen,
And all the sweetness which thou wast,
And thy beginnings in the past,
And all the strength thou would'st have been:
And all the sweetness which thou wast,
And thy beginnings in the past,
And all the strength thou would'st have been:
A master mind with master minds,
An orb repulsive of all hate,
A will concentric with all fate,
A life four-square to all the winds.
An orb repulsive of all hate,
A will concentric with all fate,
A life four-square to all the winds.
THE VICTOR HOURS
Are those the far-famed Victor Hours
That ride to death the griefs of men?
I fear not, if I fear'd them then;—
Is this blind flight the wingèd Powers?
That ride to death the griefs of men?
I fear not, if I fear'd them then;—
Is this blind flight the wingèd Powers?
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Behold, ye cannot bring but good,
And see, ye dare not touch the truth,
Nor Sorrow beauteous in her youth,
Nor Love that holds a constant mood.
And see, ye dare not touch the truth,
Nor Sorrow beauteous in her youth,
Nor Love that holds a constant mood.
Ye must be wiser than your looks,
Or wise yourselves or wisdom-led,
Else this wide whisper round my head
Were idler than a flight of rooks.
Or wise yourselves or wisdom-led,
Else this wide whisper round my head
Were idler than a flight of rooks.
Go forward! crumble down a throne,
Dissolve a world, condense a star,
Unsocket all the joints of war,
And fuse the peoples into one.
Dissolve a world, condense a star,
Unsocket all the joints of war,
And fuse the peoples into one.
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