To Leslie
Across the sea
Come homeward ships
With freight of boys.
And still must we
Forgo the joys
Of meeting lips.
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Once I thought my love was worth the name
Once I thought my love was worth the name
If tears came.
When the wound is mortal, now I know,
Few tears flow.
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Pat wasn't Pat last night at all
Pat wasn't Pat last night at all.
He was the rain,
The Spring,
Young Dionysus, white and warm,
Lilac and everything.
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Every night I hurry home to see
Every night I hurry home to see
If a letter's there from you to me.
Every night I bow my head and say,
'There's no word at all from him today.'
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I have three loves who are all most dear
I have three loves who are all most dear.
Each one has cost me many a tear.
The one who is dead yet lives in me.
I were too poor had I less than three.
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To Plato's dictum
To Plato's dictum
Assent she lends.
All things in common
We hold, as friends.
I share her riches.
In days to be
She'll come and share in
My poverty.
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What were the good of stars if none looked on them
What were the good of stars if none looked on them
But mariners, astronomers and such!
The sun and moon and stars were made for lovers.
I know that much.
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The Immigrant
When Gertie came in
To work today
She was much less weary
And far more gay.
We asked her the reason
Of this delight.
She had been dreaming
Of home all night.
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Child Sun
Child Sun
Why will you play Peep Bo
Now in, now out
The workroom window so?
True 'tis
That there are children here;
But they've no time
To play Peep Bo, my dear.
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I love to see
I love to see
Her looking up at me,
Stretched on a bed
In her pink dressing gown,
Her arms above her head,
Her hair all down.
I love to see
Her smiling up at me.
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