| THE BUSTLE IN A HOUSE The bustle in a house, The morning after death, Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon Earth- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away, We shall not want to use again, Until Eternity. ------------------ WHAT IS LIFE? And what is life?- An hour glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy bustling still repeated dream. It�s length?- A moment�s pause, a moments thought, And happiness?- A Bubble on the stream, That in the act of seizing, shrinks to naught. ----------------- You promise heavens free from strife, Pure truth, and perfect change of will, But sweet, sweet is this human life, So sweet, I fain would breathe it still; Your chilly stars I can forgo, This warm kind world is all I know. --------------------- TWELVE SONGS When it comes, will it come without warning, Just as I�m picking my nose? Will it knock on my door in the morning, Or tread on the bus on my toes? Will it come like a change in the weather? Will its greeting be courteous or rough? Will it alter my life altogether? O tell me the truth about love. ------------------ POEMS My heart was wandering in the sands, A restless thing, a scorn apart, Love set his fire in my hands, I clasped the flame into my heart. --------------- A FOND KISS A fond kiss, and then we sever! A farewell, and then forever! Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met - or never parted, We�d have never been broken hearted. ----------------- DIZZINESS O, love, love, love! Love is like a dizziness; It won�t let a poor body Go about it�s business! ---------------- LOVE�S FOUR AGES Two children playing by a stream, Two lovers walking in a dream, A married pair whose dream is over, Two old folks who are quite a bore. ------------------- from HAMLET Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. ---------------- MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS The cruel girls we loved, Are over forty. Their subtle daughters, Have stolen their beauty; And with a blue stare, Of cool surprise, They mock their anxious mothers, With their mothers eyes. -------------------- FOREST STORY One impulse from a vernal wood, May teach you more of man, Or moral evil and of good, Than all the people can. Sweet is the lore which nature brings, Our meddling intellect, Misshapes the beauteous forms of things. We murder to dissect. |
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