THE SAME CONTINUED ’Tis strange we are thus parted, n… Or man’s device, but by our own ma… We who have stood together on life… Through half a youth of good reput…

There are two voices with me in th… Easing my grief. The God of Isra… ‘I am the Lord thy God which vanq… See that thou walk unswerving in m… So shall thy enemies thy footstool…

Ah, Paris, Paris! What an echo r… Still in those syllables of vain d… What voice of what dead pleasures… Of Maenad laughters pulsing throu… How bravely her streets smile on m…

Behold the Court of Penance. Fou… Shutting out all things but the up… Stone flags for floor, where daily… The human cattle in a circle drive… Tread down their pathway to a mire…

I DID not choose thee, dearest.… That made the choice, not I. Mine… As a rude shepherd’s who to some l… His offering brings and cares not… He bends his knee. The gifts alon…

I do not care for kisses. ’Tis a… We paid for the first privilege of… These are the rains of April whic… Our fallow hearts and forced their… Now the green corn has sprouted.…

Until it happened, as such things… That she, who had a proud man for… None the less loving that unloved… Must bear a child, the heir to his… Then Adrian left her. It was idle…

HE WOULD LEAD A BETTER… I am tired of folly, tired of my o… Love is a strife. I do not want t… If I had foes I now would make my… If I less wedded were I now would…

Sublime discussions! Let who will… These are the things that touch us… The logic of all beauty is surpris… The reason of all love the unseen… Still as they argued on of this an…

THE SAME CONTINUED Give me thy soul, Juliet, give me… I am a bitter sea, which drinketh… The sweetness of all waters, and s… Thou, like a river, pure and swift…

’Tis not that love is less or sorr… Than in the days when first these… Even then you doubted, and our hea… And you rebelled because I was a… Even then you fought and wrestled…

Behold, this hour I love, as in t… I too, the accursèd one, whom gri… Like phantoms through a land of de… Have felt my heart leap up with co… Behold, I love. The tragedy of ha…

Spring, of a sudden, came to life… Ere this, the Winter had been col… That morning first the Summer air… The world, making bleak March see… The daffodils were blooming golden…

How strangely now I come, a man o… Nor yet such sorrow as youth dream… But life’s last indigence which da… One garment more of Hope to cheat… The mountains which we loved have…

Gods, what a moral! Yet in vain I… The France which has been, and sh… Is the most serious, and perhaps t… Of all the nations which have powe… France only of the nations has thi…