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I would that folk forgot me quite, Forgot me quite! I would that I could shrink from… And no more see the sun. Would it were time to say farewell…
She charged me with having said th… To another woman long years before… In the very parlour where we sat,… Sat on a night when the endless po… Of rain on the roof and the road b…
When the Present has latched its… And the May month flaps its glad… Delicate—filmed as new—spun silk,… 'He was a man who used to notice s… If it be in the dusk when, like an…
I say, “She was as good as fair,” When standing by her mound; “Such passing sweetness,” I decla… "No longer treads the ground." I say, "What living Love can catc…
Just at the corner of the wall We met– yes, he and I – Who had not faced in camp or hall Since we bade home good-bye, And what once happened came back–…
Here’s the mould of a musical bird… Which over the earth before man ca… There’s a contralto voice I heard… That lodges with me still in its s… Such a dream is Time that the coo…
If but some vengeful god would cal… From up the sky, and laugh: “Thou… Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy… That thy love’s loss is my hate’s… Then would I bear it, clench myse…
I said to Love, “It is not now as in old days When men adored thee and thy ways All else above; Named thee the Boy, the Bright, t…
For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckonin… An arch-designer, for she planned… He was of wise contrivance, deeply… In every intervolve of high and wi…
It was your way, my dear, To be gone without a word When callers, friends, or kin Had left, and I hastened in To rejoin you, as I inferred.
“O 'Melia, my dear, this does eve… Who could have supposed I should… And whence such fair garments, suc… “O didn’t you know I’d been ruine… —“You left us in tatters, without…
The sun said, watching my watering… "Some morn you’ll pass away; These flowers and plants I parch… Who’ll water them that day? "Those banks and beds whose shape…
“ALIVE?”—And I leapt in my wond… Was faint of my joyance, And grasses and grove shone in gar… Of glory to me. “She lives, in a plenteous well-be…
I opened my shutter at sunrise, And looked at the hill hard by, And I heartily grieved for the co… Who wandered up there to die. I let in the morn on the morrow,
I—The Tragedy She sits in the tawny vapour That the City lanes have uprol… Behind whose webby fold on fold Like a waning taper
