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May not liking be so simple-sweet,
'T would undo there
All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet?
Is the creature too imperfect, say?
Since not all addition perfects aye!
Or is it of its kind, perhaps,
Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps?
Shall we burn up, tread that face at once
And so hinder
Sparks from kindling all the place at once?
Or else kiss away one's soul on her?
-A sick man sees
Truer, when his hot eyes roll on her!
Thus the craftsman thinks to grace the rose,Plucks a mould-flower
For his gold flower,
Uses fine things that efface the rose:
Rosy rubies make its cup more rose,
Ape the petals,—
Last, some old king locks it up, morose!
Then how grace a rose? I know a way!
Smell, kiss, wear it-at last, throw away!
DEAR, had the world in its caprice
Deigned to proclaim "I know you both,
Of youth had passed, that speed so fast,
How much of priceless life were spent
Society's true ornament,—
Ere we dared wander, nights like this,
Thro' wind and rain, and watch the Seine,
And feel the Boulevard break again
To warmth and light and bliss?
I know! the world proscribes not love;
Your lips' contour and downiness,
The world's good word!-the Institute!
Eh? Down the court three lampions flare:
LOVE IN A LIFE.
ROOM after room,
I hunt the house through
We inhabit together.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her—
Yet the day wears,
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:
I try the fresh fortune
Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.
LIFE IN A LOVE.
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark, I shape me
IN THREE DAYS.
So, I shall see her in three days
And just one night, but nights are short,
Feel, where my life broke off from thine,
Too long, this time of year, the days!
O loaded curls, release your store
When under curl and curl I pried
What great fear, should one say, "Three days "That change the world might change as well "Your fortune; and if joy delays,
"Be happy that no worse befell!”
"But years must teem with change untried,
"With an end somewhere undescried."