All day in the one chair
ranged
And yet your body had a flaw:
You are more beautiful than any one,
Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
Where those What have obeyed the holy law
In rambling talk with an image of air:
For your sole sake - that all hearts ache have known,
For old sakes sake.
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have
Vague memories, nothing but memories,
The certainty that I shall see that lady
In that mysterious, always brimming lake
So great her portion in that peace you make
In the first loveliness of womanhood,
From meagre girlhoods putting on
By merely walking in a room.
The hands that I have kissed,
Will say to an old man, "Tell me of that lady
Burdensome beauty - for your sole sake
The poet stubborn with his passion sang us
Vague memories, nothing but memories.
Your beauty can but leave among us
And given to others all hearts ache,
Leaning or standing or walking
And paddle to the wrist
And I am afraid that you will run
paddle and are perfect. Leave unchanged
Has set me muttering like a fool.
But maybe some old gaffermutters a blessing
And with the fervour of my youthful eyes,
When age might well have chilled his blood.
The last stroke of midnight dies.
A young man when the old men are done talking
But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed.
Vague memories, nothing but memories.
Broken Dreams
Because it was your prayer
Heaven has put away the stroke of her doom,
Recovered him upon the bed of death.
When you are passing;
Your small hands were not beautiful,
THERE is greyin your hair.
