![]() Fresh images beget, That dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea. |
![]() The sand is running from the upper glass, And when the last grain's through, I shall be lost. |
![]() Picked him for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown. |
![]() I hear the grass a grow, And all that I know, I know. But I will not speak, I will run away. |
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![]() And weary and worn are our sad souls now; Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us, With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow. |
![]() Now my old bawd is dead? |
![]() That long to give themselves for wage, To shake their wicked sides at youth Restraining reckless middle age? |
![]() Men that do all by rule, And what can I That am a wandering-witted fool But pray to God that He ease My great responsibilities? |
![]() Bring the balloon of the mind That bellies and drags in the wind Into its narrow shed. |
![]() When on love intent; But Love has pitched his mansion in The place of excrement; For nothing can be sole or whole That has not been rent. |
![]() As be the hearts of birds, till children come. |
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