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15. “ Then follows Paris and full time
For both to reason : 6 Thus with us !' She 'll sigh, “Thus girls give body and soul
At first word, think they gain the goal, When 't is the starting-place they climb!
“ . My friend makes verse and gets renown;
Have they all fifty years, his peers ?
Boys will become as much one day:
6. For boys say, Love me or I die!
He did not say, The truth is, youth
I'd catch youth : lend me sight and touch ! Drop heart's blood where life's wheels grate dry!
“ While I should make rejoinder” – (then
It was, no doubt, you ceased that least Light pressure of my arm in yours)
“I can conceive of cheaper cures For a yawning-fit o'er books and men.
666 What ? All I am, was, and might be,
All, books taught, art brought, life's whole strife, Painful results since precious, just
Were fitly exchanged in wise disgust
6. All for a nosegay! — what came first;
With fields on flower, untried each side ; I rally, need my books and men,
And find a nosegay: drop it, then, No match yet made for best or worst !""
21. That ended me. You judged the porch
We left by, Norman ; took our look At sea and sky; wondered so few
Find out the place for air and view; Remarked the sun began to scorch ;
22. Descended, soon regained the Baths,
And then, good-bye! Years ten since then: Ten years! We meet: you tell me, now,
By a window-seat for that cliff-brow, On carpet-stripes for those sand-paths.
Now I may speak: you fool, for all
Your lore! Who made things plain in vain ? What was the sea for? What, the gray,
Sad church, that solitary day, Crosses and graves and swallows' call ?
Was there naught better than to enjoy ?
No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through
Into eternity, our due ?
25. No wise beginning, here and now,
What cannot grow complete (earth’s feat) And Heaven must finish, there and then ?
No tasting earth's true food for men, Its sweet in sad, its sad in sweet ?
No grasping at love, gaining a share
O'the sole spark from God's life at strife With death, so, sure of range above
The limits here ? For us and love, i'ailure; but, when God fails, despair.
Good unto good again, in vain ?
I loved, with faculties to seek:
Let the mere starfish in his vault
Crawl in a wash of weed, indeed, Rose-jacynth to the finger-tips :
He, whole in body and soul, outstrips Man, found with either in default.
But what's whole, can increase no more,
Is dwarfed and dies, since here's its sphere. The Devil laughed at you in his sleeve !
You knew not? That, I well believe; Or you had saved two souls : nay, four.
30. For Stephanie sprained last night her wrist,
Ancle, or something. “ Pooh !” cry you? At any rate she danced, all say,
Vilely: her vogue has had its day. Here comes my husband from his whist.