Love, we must part now: do not let
Calamitious and bitter. In the pa
There has been too much moonlight
Let us have done with it: for now
Never has sun more boldly paced th

I work all day, and get half-drunk
Waking at four to soundless dark,
In time the curtain-edges will gro
Till then I see what’s really alw
Unresting death, a whole day neare

Always too eager for the future, w
Pick up bad habits of expectancy.
Something is always approaching; e
Till then we say,
Watching from a bluff the tiny, cl

My wife and I have asked a crowd
To come and waste their time and o
You’d care to join us? In a pig’s
Day comes to an end.
The gas fire breathes, the trees a

If hands could free you, heart,
Where would you fly?
Far, beyond every part
Of earth this running sky
Makes desolate? Would you cross