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We two kept house, the Past and I… The Past and I; I tended while it hovered nigh, Leaving me never alone. It was a spectral housekeeping
Between us now and here— Two thrown together Who are not wont to wear Life’s flushest feather— Who see the scenes slide past,
I have lived with Shades so long, So long have talked to them, I sped to street and throng, That sometimes they In their dim style
What of the faith and fire within… Men who march away Ere the barn-cocks say Night is growing gray, To hazards whence no tears can win…
A Load of brushes and baskets and… Labours along the street in the ra… With it a man, a woman, a pony wit… The man foots in front of the hors… At a slower tread than a funeral t…
Whence comes Solace?—Not from see… What is doing, suffering, being, Not from noting Life’s conditions… Nor from heeding Time’s monitions… But in cleaving to the Dream,
“Thou shalt be—Nothing.”—Omar Kh… “Tombless, with no remembrance.”—… Dead shalt thou lie; and nought Be told of thee or thought, For thou hast plucked not of the…
In days when men had joy of war… A God of Battles sped each mortal… The peoples pledged him heart a… From Israel’s land to isles af… His crimson form, with clang an…
Attentive eyes, fantastic heed, Assessing minds, he does not need, Nor urgent writs to sup or dine, Nor pledges in the roseate wine. For loud acclaim he does not care
WHEN I look forth at dawning, po… Field, flock, and lonely tree, All seem to look at me Like chastened children sitting si… Their faces dulled, constrained, a…
There was a time in former years– While my roof—tree was his— When I should have been distresse… At such a night as this! I should have murmured anxiously,
To M. H. WE passed where flag and flower Signalled a jocund throng; We said: “Go to, the hour Is apt!”—and joined the song;
When you shall see me lined by too… My lauded beauties carried off fro… My eyes no longer stars as in thei… My name forgot of Maiden Fair and… When in your being heart concedes…
Looking forward to the spring One puts up with anything. On this February day, Though the winds leap down the str… Wintry scourgings seem but play,
Breathe not, hid Heart: cease sil… And though thy birth-hour beckons… Sleep the long sleep: The Doomsters heap Travails and teens around us here,