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Finis

Finis


Now it's over, and now it's done;
Why does everything look the same?
Just as bright, the unheeding sun, -Can't
it see that the parting came?
People hurry and work and swear,
Laugh and grumble and die and wed,
Ponder what they will eat and wear, -Don't
they know that our love is dead?


Just as busy, the crowded street;
Cars and wagons go rolling on,
Children chuckle, and lovers meet, -Don't
they know that our love is gone?
No one pauses to pay a tear;
None walks slow, for the love that's through, --
I might mention, my recent dear,
I've reverted to normal, too.
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Faute De Mieux

Faute De Mieux

Travel, trouble, music, art,
A kiss, a frock, a rhyme-
I never said they feed my heart,
But still they pass my time.
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Fable

Fable


Oh, there once was a lady, and so I've been told,
Whose lover grew weary, whose lover grew cold.
"My child," he remarked, "though our episode ends,
In the manner of men, I suggest we be friends."
And the truest of friends ever after they were-
Oh, they lied in their teeth when they told me of her!
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Epitaph for a Darling Lady

Epitaph for a Darling Lady

All her hours were yellow sands,
Blown in foolish whorls and tassels;
Slipping warmly through her hands;
Patted into little castles.


Shiny day on shiny day
Tumble in a rainbow clutter,
As she flipped them all away,
Sent them spinning down the gutter.


Leave for her a red young rose,
Go your way, and save your pity;
She is happy, for she knows
That her dust is very pretty.
👁️ 423

Distance

Distance


Were you to cross the world, my dear,
To work or love or fight,

I could be calm and wistful here,
And close my eyes at night.

It were a sweet and gallant pain
To be a sea apart;

But, oh, to have you down the lane
Is bitter to my heart.
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De Profundis

De Profundis

Oh, is it, then, Utopian
To hope that I may meet a man
Who'll not relate, in accents suave,
The tales of girls he used to have?
👁️ 387

D.G. Rossetti

D.G. Rossetti
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Buried all of his libretti,
Thought the matter over - then
Went and dug them up again.
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Condolence

Condolence


They hurried here, as soon as you had died,
Their faces damp with haste and sympathy,
And pressed my hand in theirs, and smoothed my knee,
And clicked their tongues, and watched me, mournful-eyed.
Gently they told me of that Other Side-
How, even then, you waited there for me,
And what ecstatic meeting ours would be.
Moved by the lovely tale, they broke, and cried.


And when I smiled, they told me I was brave,
And they rejoiced that I was comforted,
And left to tell of all the help they gave.
But I had smiled to think how you, the dead,
So curiously preoccupied and grave,
Would laugh, could you have heard the things they said.
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Coda

Coda


There's little in taking or giving,
There's little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living
Was never a project of mine.


Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is
The gain of the one at the top,

For art is a form of catharsis,
And love is a permanent flop,

And work is the province of cattle,
And rest's for a clam in a shell,

So I'm thinking of throwing the battleWould
you kindly direct me to hell?
👁️ 423

Charles Dickens

Charles Dickens

Who call him spurious and shoddy
Shall do it o'er my lifeless body.
I heartily invite such birds
To come outside and say those words!
👁️ 311

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