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To F
Beloved! amid the earnest woes That crowd around my earthly path- (Drear path, alas! where grows Not even one lonely rose)- My soul at least a solace hath In dreams of thee, and therein knows An Eden of bland repose. And thus thy memory is to me Like some enchanted far-off isle In some tumultuous sea- Some ocean throbbing far and free With storms- but where meanwhile Serenest skies continually Just o'er that one bright island smile.
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Wedding worm
The morning breaks like a pomegranate In a shining crack of red; Ah, when to-morrow the dawn comes late Whitening across the bed It will find me watching at the marriage gate And waiting while light is shed On him who is sleeping satiate With a sunk, unconscious head.
And when the dawn comes creeping in, Cautiously I shall raise Myself to watch the daylight win On my first of days, As it shows him sleeping a sleep he got With me, as under my gaze He grows distinct, and I see his hot Face freed of the wavering blaze.
Then I shall know which image og God My man is made toward; And I shall see my sleeping rod Or my life's reward; And I shall count the stamp and worth Of the man I've accepted as mine, Shall see an image of heaven or of earth On his minted metal shine.
Oh, and I long to see him sleep In my power utterly; So I shall know what I have to keep... I long to see My love, that spinning coin, laid still And plain at the side of me For me to reckon - for surely he will Be wealth of life to me.
And then he will be mine, he will lie Revealed to me; Patent and open beneath my eyes He will sleep of me; He will lie negligent, resign His truth to me, and I Shall watch the dawn light up for me This fate of mine.
And as I watch the wan light shine On his sleep that is filled of me, On his brow where the curved wisps clot and twine Carelessly, On his lips where the light breaths come and go Unconsciously, On his limbs in sleep at last laid low Helplessly, I shall weep, oh, I shall weep, I know For joy or for misery.
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Al Last the Secret is Out
At last the secret is out, as it always must come in the end, the delicius story is ripe to tell to tell to the intimate friend; over the tea-cups and into the square the tongues has its desire; still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.
Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links, behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks, under the look of fatigue the attack of migraine and the sigh there is always another story, there is more than meets the eye.
>For the clear voice suddently singing, high up in the convent wall, the scent of the elder bushes, the sporting prints in the hall, the croquet matches in summer, the handshake, the cough, the kiss, there is always a wicked secret, a private reason for this.
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