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God help you, sailors, at your need !
Spare the curse !
Rot and rust,
Run to dust,
That is worse!
Who lived here before us two ?
Old-world pairs !
Watch the man
With whom began Love's voyage full-sail, — (now, gnash your teeth!) When planks start, open hell beneath
IN THE DOORWAY.
The swallow has set her six young on the rail,
And looks sea-ward :
To the leeward, —
Our fig-tree, that leaned for the saltness, has furled
Her five fingers,
Where there lingers
stake! My heart shrivels up, and my spirit shrinks curled.
Yet here are we two; we have love, house enough,
With the field there,
Though it yield there,
But why must cold spread ? but wherefore bring change
To the spirit,
ALONG THE BEACH.
I WILL be quiet and talk with you,
And reason why you are wrong:
What has come of it all along ?
I took you — how could I otherwise ?
For a world to me, and more ;
In what was mere earth before.
3. Yes, earth, — yes, mere ignoble earth!
Now do I mis-state, mistake? Do I wrong your weakness and call it worth? Expect all harvest, dread no dearth,
Seal my sense up for your sake?
Oh, love, love, no, love ! not so, indeed !
You were just weak earth, I knew :
But a little good grain too.
And such as you were, I took you for mine:
Did not you find me yours,
Would flow, as the Pook assures ?
6. Well, and if none of these good things came,
What did the failure prove ? The man was my whole world, all the same, With his flowers to praise, or his weeds to blame,
And, either or both, to love.
Yet this turns now to a fault — there ! there !
That I do love, watch too long,
Fit subject for some new song :