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EROS HAS WARNING.
Shut here thy burning gospel;
Thou and I must part, O Love!
Keep ambush for youth's gay spirits
To bear in thy car above;
Leave me slow to tread the earth-ball,
Who languidly live and move.
Thou and I must part, O Love!
Keep ambush for youth's gay spirits
To bear in thy car above;
Leave me slow to tread the earth-ball,
Who languidly live and move.
Wait not with thy wings where I issue
In the winter's cold and frost,
To carry me swift through the snow-drift,
And the heavens, cloud-embossed:
I will take me a humbler airing,
Will travel at lowlier cost.
In the winter's cold and frost,
To carry me swift through the snow-drift,
And the heavens, cloud-embossed:
I will take me a humbler airing,
Will travel at lowlier cost.
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Thou foe of the task and the fireside,
Thou foe of the placid brow,
Thou tyrant of gentlest bosoms,
Seek other dominion now!
For my years lie counted before me;
I must work to redeem a vow.
Thou foe of the placid brow,
Thou tyrant of gentlest bosoms,
Seek other dominion now!
For my years lie counted before me;
I must work to redeem a vow.
When thou passest, all in thy glory,
With thy rosy-bosomed crew;
When thy Pæan loud resoundeth,
And the World is crowned anew,—
I'll not join the frantic strophe,
I'll not sing “Io” too.
With thy rosy-bosomed crew;
When thy Pæan loud resoundeth,
And the World is crowned anew,—
I'll not join the frantic strophe,
I'll not sing “Io” too.
A web of peace and of science
Hangs gathering in my loom,
And I work after thoughts of wisdom
That blot out our human doom;
And the garb I have wrapped around me—
I shall carry it to the tomb.
Hangs gathering in my loom,
And I work after thoughts of wisdom
That blot out our human doom;
And the garb I have wrapped around me—
I shall carry it to the tomb.
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So here I acknowledge, master,
Thy magical law and spell;
Oh! deeper than thought can fathom,
Oh! greater than words can tell;
Let us part from our hands' long clasping,
And solemnly bid farewell.
Thy magical law and spell;
Oh! deeper than thought can fathom,
Oh! greater than words can tell;
Let us part from our hands' long clasping,
And solemnly bid farewell.
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