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Go, get thee gone. I love thee not, I swear;
And if I lov'd thee well in days gone by,
And if I kiss'd, and trifled with thy hair,
And crown'd my love, to prove the same a lie,...

I.

Lo! at my feet,
A something pale of hue;
A something sad to view;
Dead or alive I dare not call it sweet.


II.

Not white as snow;
Not transient as a tear!...

How great my joy! How grand my recompense!
I bow to thee; I keep thee in my sight.
I call thee mine, in love though not in sense
I share with thee the hermitage immense...

I.

What shall be done? I cannot pray;
And none shall know the pangs I feel.
If prayers could alter night to day, -
Or black to white, - I might appeal;
I might attempt to sway thy heart,...

See where it stands, the world-appointed flower,
Pure gold at centre, like the sun at noon, -
A mimic sun to light a true-love bower
For fair Queen Mab, now dead or in a swoon,...

I.

O stars that fade in amber skies
Because ye dread the light of day,
O moon so lonely and so wise,
Look down, and love my Love alw'y;
Salute the Lady of the May.


II.
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I.

A little mound of earth
Is all the land I own:
Death gave it me, - five feet by three,
And mark'd it with a stone.


II.

My home, my garden-grave,...

He is a seer. He wears the wedding-ring
Of Art and Nature; and his voice is bold.
He should be quicker than the birds to sing,
And fill'd with frenzy like the men of old...

I.

Up with the country's flag!
And let the winds caress it, fold on fold,--
A stainless flag, and glorious to behold!
It is our honour's pledge;
It is the token of a truth sublime,...

O Petrarch! I am here. I bow to thee,
Great king of sonnets, thron'd long ago
And lover-like, as Love enjoineth me,
And miser-like, enamoured of my woe,
I reckon up my teardrops as they flow....

The Statue.


I.

See where my lady stands,
Lifting her lustrous hands, -
Here let me bow.
Image of truth and grace!
Maid with the angel-face!
Earth was no dwelling-place...

I.

O bonnie bird, that in the brake, exultant, dost prepare thee -
As poets do whose thoughts are true, for wings that will upbear thee -
Oh! tell me, tell me, bonnie bird,...

Token Flowers.


Oh, not the daisy, for the love of God!
Take not the daisy; let it bloom apace
Untouch'd alike by splendour or disgrace
Of party feud. Its stem is not a rod;...

Oh, let me plead with thee to have a nook,
A garden nook, not far from thy domain,
That there, with harp, and voice, and poet-book,
I may be true to thee, and, passion-fain,...

Victor the King! alive to-day, not dead!
Behold, I bring thee with a subject's hand
A poor pale wreath, the best at my command,
But all unfit to deck so grand a head.
It is the outcome of a neighbour land...

The Poet meets Apollo on the hill,
And Pan and Flora and the Paphian Queen,
And infant na'ads bathing in the rill,
And dryad maids that dance upon the green,
And fauns and Oreads in the silver sheen...

Zulalie.


I.

I am the sprite
That reigns at night,
My body is fair for man's delight.
I leap and laugh
As the wine I quaff,
And I am the queen of Astrofelle.

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