A Man Young And Old: VI. His Memories
A Man Young And Old: VI. His Memories We should be hidden from their eyes, Being but holy shows And bodies broken like a thorn Whereon […]
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A Man Young And Old: VII. The Friends Of His Youth Laughter not time destroyed my voice And put that crack in it, And when the […]
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A Man Young And Old: VIII. Summer And Spring We sat under an old thorn-tree And talked away the night, Told all that had been said […]
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A Man Young And Old: X. His Wildness O bid me mount and sail up there Amid the cloudy wrack, For peg and Meg and Paris’ […]
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A Man Young And Old: XI… Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span; Cease to remember the delights of youth, travel-wearied aged man; […]
READ MOREA Meditation in Time of War
A Meditation in Time of War For one throb of the Artery, While on that old grey stone I sat Under the old wind-broken tree, I […]
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A Memory Of Youth THE moments passed as at a play; I had the wisdom love brings forth; I had my share of mother-wit, And yet […]
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A Model For The Laureate ON thrones from China to Peru All sorts of kings have sat That men and women of all sorts proclaimed both […]
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A Nativity WHAT woman hugs her infant there? Another star has shot an ear. What made the drapery glisten so? Not a man but Delacroix. What […]
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A Poet To His Beloved I BRING you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams, White woman that passion has worn As the tide […]
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