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Never a careworn wife but shows, If a joy suffuse her, Something beautiful to those Patient to peruse her, Some one charm the world unknows
They bear him to his resting-place… In slow procession sweeping by; I follow at a stranger’s space; His kindred they, his sweetheart… Unchanged my gown of garish dye,
They are not those who used to fee… When we were young—they cannot be… These shapes that now bereave and… They are not those who used to fee… For would they not fair terms conc…
NOT a line of her writing have I… Not a thread of her hair, No mark of her late time as dame i… I may picture her there; And in vain do I urge my unsight
‘It is a foolish thing,’ said I, ‘To bear with such, and pass it by… Yet so I do, I know not why!’ And at each clash I would surmise That if I had acted otherwise
Clouds spout upon her Their waters amain In ruthless disdain,— Her who but lately Had shivered with pain
Had I but lived a hundred years a… I might have gone, as I have gone… By Warmwell Cross on to a Cove I… And Time have placed his finger o… “You see that man?” —I might have…
Her house looked cold from the fog… And the square of each window a du… Where showed no stir: Yes, her gloom within at the lack… Seemed matching mine at the lack o…
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre—grey, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine—stems scored the…
“Poor wanderer,” said the leaden s… “I fain would lighten thee, But there are laws in force on hig… Which say it must not be.” —"I would not freeze thee, shorn o…
The curtains now are drawn, And the spindrift strikes the glas… Blown up the jagged pass By the surly salt sou’-west, And the sneering glare is gone
Between us now and here— Two thrown together Who are not wont to wear Life’s flushest feather— Who see the scenes slide past,
In the vaulted way, where the pass… To the shadowy corner that none co… You paused for our parting, - plai… Though overnight had come words th… My fond frail happiness out of me.
Here’s one in whom Nature feared—… Eclipse while he lived, and deceas…
I rose at night and visited The Cave of the Unborn, And crowding shapes surrounded me For tidings of the life to be, Who long had prayed the silent He…