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I decay, And you win grace from Time. Perhaps ill-natured folks would say He's pausing for a rhyme. The sun, who drew us far apart, Might lessen my regrets, Would he but deign to use his art In painting your vignettes. Then though I groaned for losing half Of joys that memory traces, I could forego the talk, the laugh, In welcoming the faces. A HOUSE AND A GIRL The strawberry tree and the crimson thorn, And Fanny's myrtle and William's vine, And honey of bountiful jessamine, Are gone from the homestead where I was born. I gaze from my Grandfather's terrace wall, And then I bethink me how once I stept Through rooms where my Mother had blest me, and wept To yield them to strangers, and part with them all. My Father, like Matthew the publican, ceased Full early from hoarding with stainless mind, To Torrington only and home inclined, Where brotherhood, cousinhood, graced his feast. I meet his remembrance in market lane, 'Neath town-hall pillars and churchyard limes, In streets where he tried a thousand times To chasten anger and soften pain. Ah I would there were some one that I could aid, Though lacking the simpleness, lacking the worth, Yet wanted and trusted by right of birth, Some townfellow stripling, some Torrington maid. Oh pitiful waste! oh stubborn neglect! Oh pieties smothered for thirty years! Oh gleanings of kindness in dreams and tears! Oh drift cast up from a manhood wrecked! There's one merry maiden hath carelessly crossed The threshold I dread, and she never discerns In keepsakes she thanks me for, lessons she learns, A sign of the grace that I squandered and lost. My birthplace to Meg is but window and stone, My knowledge a wilderness where she can stray, To keep what she gathers or throw it away; So Meg lets me laugh with her, mourning alone. A FELLOW PASSENGER UNKNOWN Maiden, hastening to be wise, Maiden, reading with a rage, Envy fluttereth round the page Whereupon thy downward eyes Rove and rest, and melt maybe-- Virgin eyes one may not see, Gathering as the bee Takes from cherry tree; As the robin's bill Frets the window sill, Maiden, bird, and bee, Three from me half
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